What joy when the insouciant--Denise Levertov
armadillo glances at us and doesn't
quicken his trotting
across the track into the palm brush.
What is this joy? That no animal
falters, but knows what it must do
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It's hard to explain the phrase, "There's no such thing as consciousness". I used to say it, but I don't know if it's as productive as I used to think it is. When I say that, my intention is to divorce the idea of consciousness from its myriad associations--the irremovable notions that are associated with the word "consciousness". I think we can get to the place where the phenomenon itself is usable--where it becomes a like a pencil, perhaps. That is to say, where something like a human can affect the world through an exercise like writing to re-inscribe on some little part of the world (like a piece of paper) some little part of its little world (its mind).
These analogies and analogies...
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