tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11241173.post112117733353232794..comments2023-10-29T04:30:06.478-04:00Comments on Fakiegrind: Unwind the Mindflatlanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09692458162486327189noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11241173.post-1121221292410825642005-07-12T22:21:00.000-04:002005-07-12T22:21:00.000-04:00If there are any magnificent thoughts abiding here...If there are any magnificent thoughts abiding here, they are your own. That is to say, they must be living already in your own mind.<BR/><BR/>But you're welcome. I'm just a chatter-box: born to blog, but I'm glad to be sparking neurons. The operant word is "skates"; thought as a process, enlightenment arrived at through motion. Try to grab it, and it's gone; but let it go and maybe something will remain. <BR/><BR/>Thank you for leaving comments. Like the the plywood applause of kids slapping their boards against the pavement at the skatepark, it keeps me motivated.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11241173.post-1121214876389500462005-07-12T20:34:00.000-04:002005-07-12T20:34:00.000-04:00sometimes when I read your work I almost understan...sometimes when I read your work I almost understand - a thought of magnificent clarity skates through my mind but, like trying to remember a dream upon wakening, by the time I've finished I've forgotten what the ray of light meant. The feeling of having grasped a concept in which I believe still lingers though. It's a feeling of contentment. Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com