We were getting ready for people, and I thought we wouldn't have enough. You started to cut the cabbage and I got that if the cabbage was cut correctly, which you were doing, there would be enough.

In the vibration reality of the dream, enough meant plenty and cabbage meant the greatest food ever.

So I woke up, and tried to get it there's enough.

About five hours later, in real reality, the trash can by the bus stop had on top of itself, as give-away, two whole, perfect, purple, beautful. They looked gorgeous in the morning optimistic sun. Partly like, yes, cabbages are wonderful, all we ever need, and partly like large exquisitely carved gems.

Enough, okay, and enough is plenty.

Women are adaptable when explaining to themselves that the demeaning situation they are in isn't demeaning and doesn't scrunch them up and stunt their growth.

If the woman and the people around her are religious, she can explain to herself that the holy book says this is great.

If she and the people around her are into making the world better by doing new and different things, she can explain to herself that the way she is scrunched up and tamped down is part of a wonderful experiment that is improving the world.

Thinking off the leash is needed--those thoughts way over there could help lots of people who weren't designed to think them first but who could totally live them out if they heard them.

Thinking in praise of the leash kills at least possibilities. Sometimes thinking in praise of the leash kills people who stay in a dangerous situation about which they have a noble theory.

When you can't win, it may be a fine thing to conserve your energy.

There is a way to set the whole thing up so there isn't vast underlying misery.

Glob, globe, brain lobe. We're more connected so we can learn to think.

You might be part of a band called Angels with Loud Trumpets.

When angels are envisioned as women, they aren't usually pictured in a way that looks loud. Harps are popular.

But there in Matthew, in the twenties, are angels and loud in the same sentence, in the Revised Standard Version.

You are called. You are called to call. Sometimes loudly.

Suddenly, I'm in the garden, and the garden starts to teach me how to be in the garden.

I wonder what it would be like to be smart. I wonder what it would be like to be in the presence of an intelligence all-arounder--as opposed to "I'll go along with this, and think as true as I can about that."

The way this dictionary is set up, the illustration for compass card is next to the defintion of compassion.

A compass card has a lot of potential for looking good, and this one does. Long skinny triangles meet with what would be their flat end creating a circle in the middle. Their pointy ends go out from the circle toward SSE, NNW and all the gang. Aspirations to compassion lack such pretty and precise directions.

Gravity and water work together to create much of the look and feel of planet Earth.

Someone who talks like everyday people talk.

Upon reflection, the trees look good. The trees look good upside down on the surface of the water. They don't even have to be upside down, they just have to take part in reflection, and they get the benefit of everything the same and everything different.

Sometimes the people who invent things and the people who find out what things are for are different people.

Early on the violin was much used for animal sound imitations. It still is, of course, usually by accident in the learning process. When the violin was new, no one knew how good it could sound.

Someone who has been deeply wounded must be deeply healed.

What is the nature of reality? Why do I want to know?

The dead may be holy. They dress simply.

When folks say they have no choice but to do action X, that usually means they think action X is not a great idea.

They think the alternatives are much worse. Sometimes the alternatives they imagine invovle themselves and others being physically hurt or killed. Sometimes the alternatives they imagine involve themselves looking stupid or weak, in their own opinion.

Those get mooshed together often, like looking stupid and people getting killed are both very bad things. You can't say it out like that. You don't have to because when people say they have no choice but to do action X, they are often moving very quickly, because about speed, they also have no choice. No time to think of really other choices, or imagine how bad it would be for how long to look kind of stupid or kind of weak and how bad the consequences of action X might be for how long.

Usually the consequences of not doing action X are viewed with maximal pessimism and the consequences of doing action X are viewed with maximal optimism.

Later, if taking action X works out medium badly for a long time, will the "I had not choice" idea look stupid, or maybe even viscious to people who live inside the hangover.

I twist myself into a pretzel to believe the story, the official story of some group I like, to stay inside a "we" I want. Not much nutritional value.

Thank you for the beauty so far.

I might have to cry for a hundred thousand years. Or maybe an accurate laugh would do some of the same work.

Another Elizabeth Taylor was a novelist. She wrote a book called "Blaming." Such a fine title, as blaming can run so many plots that are strong, persistant, and no fun to be in. I'm going to hang with the title for a bit before I read the book.