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And Yet…

The phrase “as of yet…” captured by a machine made to capture the way light reflects from surfaces in a particular instant in the flow of time.

From Amor Towles’s novel “The Lincoln Highway.”

“The funny thing about a picture, thought Wooly, the funny thing about a picture is that while it knows everything that’s happened up until the moment it’s been taken, it knows absotively nothing about what will happen next. And yet, once the picture has been framed and hung on the wall, what you see when you look at it closely are all the things that were about to happen. All the un-things. The things that were unanticipated. And unintended. And unreversible.”

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From “Pure Act”

From the Chapter “A Galapagos of the Spirit”

Robert Lax, Journal Entry

1970

“…what was to be kept going in life was an action: a dance, a song, an act of love. There were not ‘values’ to be remembered; there were not ‘laws’ to be remembered: there was a tone, a way, a kind of action. There were ways of doing things which people (having certain gifts) could compass. There was the wise man’s way and the fool’s way, the fiery man’s way and the slow man’s way. Naturally, the ways were not alike, but each man doing his action in his own way, was doing an action and was doing it in ‘the way’. ‘The way’ was to do it in confidence and love and truth. (And to do the thing, once decided, without hesitation).

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Sonic Cure

Cures must address the soul as well as the body.

Sakamoto said of the performance: “Let’s wash hands. But, we also need to save water. Let’s keep social distance. Stay inside. stay home. And, I hope you enjoy the music.”

Performed by Ryuichi Sakamoto
Filmed and Edited by Zakkubalan
Assistant Engineer – Alec Fellman
Producer – Norika Sora

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When Evil-Doing Comes Like Falling Rain

When something becomes uncountable, or its number too large to fit into ordinary experience, we go numb. We sense our words and feelings won’t have the slightest impact on something of such magnitude. Quantity introduces a qualitative difference. Language is outscaled.

A poem written in exile by Bertolt Brecht in the years from 1934 to 1936.

When Evil-Doing Comes Like Falling Rain

Like one who brings an important letter to the counter after office hours: the counter is already closed.
Like one who seeks to warn the city of an impending flood, but speaks another language. They do not understand him.
Like a beggar who knocks for the fifth time at a door where he has four times been given something: the fifth time he is hungry.
Like one whose blood flows from a wound and who awaits the doctor: his blood goes on flowing.

So do we come forward and report that evil has been done us.

The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread.

When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out “stop!”

When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.

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