Another Dark Little Corner

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Started this before change to "New Blogger", as backup in case of trouble with digiphoto blog "In a Small Dark Room", or rants & links blog "Hello Cruel World" . Useful - at one stage Dark Room was there, but like the astrophysical Dark Matter, we could't see it ... better now, but kept Just In Case.

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There is nothing. There is no God and no universe, there is only empty space, and in it a lost and homeless and wandering and companionless and indestructible Thought. And I am that thought. And God, and the Universe, and Time, and Life, and Death, and Joy and Sorrow and Pain only a grotesque and brutal dream, evolved from the frantic imagination of that same Thought.
Mark Twain (letter to Joseph Twichell after his wife's death)
[me, on a bad day]

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It would be a good place to stay for a long time, to watch the leaves curl and uncurl each year, watch the branches thicken and lichen invade fresh territory. I lay beneath a clump of mistletoe today and the breeze kissed me. Gray bark plates and cynipid wasp galls, swelling: I would like to be planted beneath one of these one day, to have this flesh turn to a pulse of deepening green in spring leaves, to have ground squirrels burrow in the softer ground that I become, their hearts beating between my ribs.

Thoughts like mine about being buried at Towrang. From Chris Clarke's blog 'Creek Running North', always recommended.

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