Adam, You said you'd write me. Or did I say I'd write you? I can't remember. Anyway, I was waiting for an e-mail from you because I didn't have much to say myself, and was hoping that you might be able to give me stuff to riff off of. But I guess I get to start the random riffing myself, and you get to respond to my inane jabber. Lucky you. Or maybe you can jabber inanely yourself. Just try it once for me. "Jabber jabber jabber...blah blah blah." I didn't really want to start writing because I'd have to face the fact, that, at the beginning of this e-mail I had nothing to say, and the dozen or so lines between here and that margin on the top of the page are filler...plus, I'd be forced to confront how much e-mail can simply be inane worthless chatter...and then I'd be forced into a line of thought about how, maybe, most conversation is inane worthless chatter, just blather to fill the space between when we wake up, go to sleep, or talk to those few people who we find any solace in talking to. and then, even when you find those few people, you're so deadened by the nattering that you can't even think of something worthwhile to the people you want to say something worthwhile to. Case in point: me, right now. I'd like to say something incredibly meaningful right now to make you understand that you are loved and missed, but I can't really think of anything specific to justify my attention to you...oh, I can think of general things to say to tell you that...like telling you that you are loved and missed, but I can't provide any meat right now to that. So you're just going ot have to deal with that right now. Maybe later we can work on the details. You know, they say either god, or the devil, is in the details...you'd think it'd make a difference which it was, but they never seem to clear it up...maybe they're both there, which would make it a good thing that we spend so much time out here on the periphery, avoiding god and the devil and never having to deal with good or bad or anything like that, and just being. And "just being" can be a good thing, if done in the Buddhist sense of not concerning oneself so much on judgement and condemnation, but "jsut being" can be such a bad thing if done in the sense of just floating from one thing to another never getting incensed, never being passionate, and living a life of quiet desperation. I think I've said enough of nothing for today. Bye, Chris "Stu" Stuart
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