“Those dreams were so real, not surreal, when Venus and Neptune clouded our vision, and we saw the future with borrowed lenses,”Anisha watches the steam rise from her coffee cup, as she talks about her recent divorce.
Tanya is more optimistic as she draws something on a paper napkin and writes on it “The Future is yet to arrive.”
Some where in between the two of them, I think of all that happened in the intervening years, which I’d never dreamt about. The smoke just disappeared in the clouds in some places, and took concrete shapes that exceeded expectations in some.
Whenever I break the concrete, I find it is made up of the same atoms that constitute clouds. Nebulous is just a state of being – we fail to see convertibility.
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Well done. As the French would say, one man’s meat is another man’s poisson. 🙂
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Bang on! Thank you, Doug!
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“Nebulous is just a state of being – we fail to see convertibility.”
Love this final tile of wisdom!
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Thank you, Liz!
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most excellent: Nebulous is just a state of being – we fail to see convertibility.
Someone once said, ‘The world is a feeling. We are responsible for how we feel.’*
*responsible as in, not fault, but being the agency from which something might issue
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Excellent quote! Thank you, Clark!
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Your last sentence – surely a “secret of the universe” as some of us are prone to call it.
We seem to find ourselves at the same point which is, perspective. Finding proper perspective to transform clouds into concrete.
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Thanks for the value add!
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I love the line “The future is yet to arrive.” Very clever.
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Thank you, UP!
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Expectations are tricky things…
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(Sigh)
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