Late spring. Just after the last frost. I was walking home barefoot, facing the sun. Above one yard with plenty of white dandelion heads I saw in the polarised light golden motes dancing, circling each other, bobbing and teasing each other. They looked like golden fairies.
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[W]e are getting nowhere. And that is a pleasure. It is not irritating to be where one is. It is only irritating to think one would like to be somewhere else.
Mushroom Haiku, excerpt from Silence (1972/69) by John Cage
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It’s like law, like religion, like money, like all those other things which are very real, but only as part of collective human consciousness. That’s what maths is.
