And so here am i thrown by fate into Coal Harbour where the Railway Tracks used to be. Here i lay my head to sleep each night and dream of writing and composing and in the day i study, write, compose and pray that all is well and will be well and that only good will come of my work and life. i write down by the sea and compose on the mountain top and i feel blessed, thankful to be (re)searching & art ic ulating. i even made it to France by post one/two days sooner than late. Unlike the orphan in, All that Fall have i made it to France on time? From Ireland Beckett went to France and wrote "Theatre of the Absurd". i loved "Waiting for Godot" when i was young. And so at least twice as old i return to my first true love of the absurd Nõ thing and realize dreams of language and philosophy becoming through lines on line.

thanks for easing my mind ... for saying it's okay ... for being a blooming idiot on Railway Lines.

i am beginning to see with my ears, hear with my hands, touch with my eyes.

my perspective is changing.

thinking of someone. thanking someone. the thank of think. without thinking there is no thanks.
thanking someone is acknowledging the memory of some thoughtful kindness that they did.
(like Heidegger upon the page repeatingoverunderonrepeating lines
till Language becomes still Nõ thing more than purely academic poetry
exploring the artists relationship to the essence of Being)

What is Perceptual Thinking?

Thinking through the body ... thinking through the logos of the body?

T/here in the world the Human who is Being in the world must fulfill her place as self realizing the mythological language becoming through us. Ontologically aware we must take care that language is as compassionate as possible extending our grasp of language into the infinite well of becoming. In circles ever wider like the ripples from the rock, compassionate touch extends beyond our body of language / the language of the body continually towards becoming new word philosophies so that Being is taken care of like the echological Iki is taken care of by a Guardian Awareness25 and becomes "the phenomenon of expression ... a spontaneity which gathers together the plurality of monads, the past and the present, nature and culture into a single whole. To establish this wonder would be metaphysics itself and would at the same time give us the principle of an ethics."(Merlau-Ponty,11)

PAST . . . A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing -

PRESENT . . . A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of our rowing -

FUTURE . . . (From Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There )