Had a listen to Alan Watts. Quite odd insofar as not having done so since about 1974 when he was standard programing on proto NPR. The Portland station broadcast him on Sunday mornings. Anyway, can't say I go for calling existence a 'game'. That rather anthropomorphizes things, doesn't it? And I shouldn't want to be the Joker. No Bozos, thank you much.
I love my gecko. It's not real but it amuses me. I suppose it was a bargain too! Has nothing to do with Wall Street... that's a problem with gamesmanship, making things up as one goes along, making connections not at all specifically pertinent but in the collective mix - to be confused. Too much information.
No... it's a beautiful piece just right in its setting. Not to objectify her, so was Francesca. Getting to know the person was impossible for all the interference from the yobs. But I told her it was strictly business so I shouldn't complain. All the world a stage... stop the world? Yeow.
Done there, been that. Hope I meet someone soon; this can't go on. Ha... someone to discuss comparative romance with? As if it's going to happen. Really don't think so. It's easier imagining milady. Such a mystery.
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