Aug

When I was 10, my best friend died. Ever since, I have internally questioned concepts of meaning, and time. Metaphysics and so on. All my life, I realize, I like to talk about these things with a few others. Together. So, naturally, wherever I go in the world, I tend to find and gather handfuls of us. To do this. We talk. In ways that help us explore, and co-discover, what might not be obvious, to anyone. It certainly doesn’t come from books or lectures. But… paying attention… can be an infinity of its own dimension. When it works, when we meet like this, and slow to the sweet. moment, this cool thing happens. Time… justĀ stops.