11 March 2014

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Here is a series of questions you may ask yourself. I give you permission.

What is play?  Why am I not playing?

How are you?  Why do I care so little?

How much time?  How better to fill it?  How not to fill it with drivel?

Where did that feeling, idea, notion, unction, lubrication, go to?  How do I get it back?

Who is?  Who isn't?

Are you really this close?  Why do I rarely notice?
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  1. The Red HerringMarch 12, 2014 at 10:02 AM

    I dig this. the world does not have enough good question askers. For the sake of digging deeper, I'd love to have these mixed into a poem or something. Maybe we should each take one of your questions as the basis of a poem. I think I will do that. I will shamelessly steal one of your questions.

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