Pocket Full of Sand

prologue

"It's hard to write a book."  Maybe it was hearing it out loud.  It wasn't the type of thing you heard out loud.  I never read prologues unless I like the book and then I like to linger.  I do this with people as well.  My brain won' remember names till the third time I hear.  Our name something of a prologue.  It is a word you become more comfortable spelling.  The book club was unique.

"Who writes a book."  Or had I thought that as I backed up.  What we cannot express is what inspires.  The more you get to know anything the more you see the dark side.  The difficulty in winning a political debate lies in making a person value differently.  Could say it is impossible if we had used up all the words.  Each more than themselves.  Thing about words is they come in certain orders that contain infinity.  Complex math discovered or invented does solve complex problems. 

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When I was young I was in a big hurry to get somewhere.  I found myself sitting on a beach along the Adriatic.   I had a pocket full of sand.   Didn't want to go anywhere more.   Big part of me never did.   When you know more than one language you start to realize thinking is really translating.   My friend Vlada came to the center said he was dreaming in English.   I still smile.   Something somewhere.   I have always known what I want to write about.  I have always know what I owe.

The funny thing is I know the words as well.   Held the book in my hands I have not written.   I don't have a time machine I am one.   You have a better theory of sleep.   How life motivates simple time travel.   Spiders fly on magnetic fields.   We just figured that out.   Sometimes it is good to date your writing.   Suppose we will find out new surprising things.  The truth is we haven't even imagined the best super powers.

We have only guesses of what makes up most of our universe.  Any scientist will tell you that.   Seems to have come from nothing.   Even room to be created from nothing.   So large that perhaps everything must happen.   That some fun math.  A lottery so old every number has won.   Really better than that,  because there are only so many possible things to occur.   A logical logistical reality.

The language they are in are me.   Thinking in other languages awake you start to feel it isn't hard to translate because that is what you mostly do.   Jack Kerouac didn't like to translate he wanted the open vien.  Other side of this coin.   He wanted to write at once and be done.   Out was their idea of modern.   Got me out on the road. 

Makes me feel better to know the words are not inadequate it is their translation.   I keep writing about the same thing my idea of modern.   We have no excuses for ignorance.  Plenty still here and I look to go back there.   I remember the beach the most.

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There should be more noise.  Whatever you are doing the best scientists are hard pressed to explain.  Does not mean that we can not know.  More than often we don't want to know.  We close our mind.  We find limitations in our understanding an obstacle.   Should be our motivation. 

There is a mechanical wave that goes with our never impulses. Dismissed, think for a second.  They say there should be more noise.  They understand electronics.  They forget that we are not.  Remember something.  Beat a drum.  Clockwork people.

All or nothing design.  Why we can't put our thoughts away.  We often find ourselves missing the small or the large.  Global climate change easy to understand along with the solutions.  How to make people care we stumble.  We believe we understand the smallest details of the never cell firing.  We have zero understanding where consciousness sits. 

I pulled the church bell ninety seven times today.  Each time that cord pulled bell rung.  Where could there be a cord.  The boringest place in biology: the cell membrane.  Only really remember being told we animals had lost our wall.  Maybe why the plants aren't so impulsive.  There is not much noise. 

I remember life for a long time as one argument.  The only noise we have we create.  Along the cord we pull ourselves.  I smell Zippo now as any day then pulls a cord of my Grandma.  There is no noise.  More then electronic we are work.  More than both.  The only reason we remember so much is because we can.

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