No, no, no....sunrise, sunset (is this the little girl I carried...oh wait, off track.)The sun, setting or rising, cannot be duplicated in a dream. There is something beyond beautiful in the reality as to surpass an unconscious creation. At least for me...a newly painted sky drips with color and the scent of oil still lingers on the creators brush...in the real.
Gerry, what I like most about yours is that I know good and well that your “sources,” as you call them, reside permanently between your ears.
Wine and Words, if I were a rich man, I might be inclined to agree. On the other hand, my own personal tradition! suggests that dream and reality are all part of the same grand movement, so to speak, leading me to believe one can’t be superior to the other; rather, they inform one another. I also just returned from the dentist with a temporary crown, without using anything to numb the pain. In other words, what was that you said again?
Anthony, I love the thunder in your remark. Maybe the world began in exactly the manner you describe.
William: Too funny! I was actually pondering the same thought: of a blog commenting bot roughly based on the magic eight-ball. And I wonder could it pass the Turing Test? Results unclear!
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My sources say "yes".
No, no, no....sunrise, sunset (is this the little girl I carried...oh wait, off track.)The sun, setting or rising, cannot be duplicated in a dream. There is something beyond beautiful in the reality as to surpass an unconscious creation. At least for me...a newly painted sky drips with color and the scent of oil still lingers on the creators brush...in the real.
Your not dreaming. It must be the effort it will take to get off my ass, to go out and actually paint it. Lets hope for rain.
What an inspiring round of comments!
Gerry, what I like most about yours is that I know good and well that your “sources,” as you call them, reside permanently between your ears.
Wine and Words, if I were a rich man, I might be inclined to agree. On the other hand, my own personal tradition! suggests that dream and reality are all part of the same grand movement, so to speak, leading me to believe one can’t be superior to the other; rather, they inform one another. I also just returned from the dentist with a temporary crown, without using anything to numb the pain. In other words, what was that you said again?
Anthony, I love the thunder in your remark. Maybe the world began in exactly the manner you describe.
I love this. Reminds me of these lines from one of my favorite poets, Shuntaro Tanikawa:
By day the sky tells blue lies.
While night speaks the truth, we sleep.
Come morning, we say we have dreamed.
Sorry William, it was my magic eight-ball. Ask again later.
Joe, thanks, and what a fine poem!
Gerry, why do I feel like I just received a computer error message?
William: Too funny! I was actually pondering the same thought: of a blog commenting bot roughly based on the magic eight-ball. And I wonder could it pass the Turing Test? Results unclear!
Hardly. Do you really think he’d sit around here answering blog comments all day?
No. He'd say: "Man, I really feel like an apple."
I should probably answer you myself this time, but I hate to, because everything seems to be running so smoothly.
Ha! Game, Set, and Match to you, Mr. M.
Wonderful! I’ll tell him. He’ll be pleased.
beautiful words William. skies have a habit of mezmerising me anyway and perhaps this is why.
also enjoyed the tennis match between you and Gerry:))
:-) I enjoyed the tennis match too :-) hehehh
Yes, Laura, Gerry and I love to have these serious academic discussions.
And Rahina, thanks. After all this, I almost forgot there was a poem here. The sky is a great teacher, and yet so easy to take for granted.
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