I'm a little fractal, short and stout.
Here is my bum, and here is my snout.
Breathing in, I snuffle.
Breathing out, I shout
praise, and thanks, and glory
all, all about.
The one I’m holding (Concordville, PA, 1947?) is Sylvester. One of several. The animals were really my mother’s, but I got some time with them. Don’t remember much. My first ‘adult’ cat, me not the cat, was Richerd. Rosemary and I got him in Berea one summer;
Consider any baby. What's essential? Breath, first. Food. Drink. Embrace. The baby is held to the breast to drink its first food. It is wrapped in its first clothes. Then, if the child is sick it's cared for. Even Baby Jesus we're getting ready
0:00 /0:10 1× Sunday afternoon, Crickets practice playing, callers practice dancing, for a party after Christmas. I'm not very good at either, but they let me. Yes, the cold moon is here. I saw it sitting on Mountain View Road just as the 5pm sit started.
To begin at the end, so far, of one stream of my ruminations on AI : Buddhists teach about two kinds of bodhicitta – relative and absolute. (Here's a link to more about that.) They say that absolute is 'higher' than relative, but the two are in no