Degen

HUMAN ARRANGEMENT

Place-bound and time-bound in evening rain
And bound by a sound which does not change,

Except that it begins and ends,
Begins again and ends again—

Rain without change within or from
Without. In this place and in this time

And in this sound, which do not change,
In which the rain is all one thing,

In the sky, an imagined, wooden chair
Is the clear-point of an edifice,

Forced up from nothing, evening’s chair,
Blue-strutted curule, true—unreal,

The centre of transformations that
Transform for transformation’s self,

In a glitter that is a life, a gold
That is a being, a will, a fate. 

— Wallace Stevens

chief philosophy officer. creating and defining the names that frame the game

Summer rain brings a reprieve and release of that long slow build up
There's that palpable tension we can feel (if we pay attention) as the humidity rises & rises & rise...

Sometimes to thunder & lightning, sometimes to a torrential unleashing, sometimes to a shimmering descent 

And to think how common an experience, and how limited a number we will enjoy, or fail to notice, in this one finite life

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