living is, itself,
a backhanded compliment.
to how, well, we do
with what little, we actually know.
second by second,
going forward.
relying on the integrity of our being
but promoting a sense of ownership and control.
‘know’ is a lot like that,
as a surface greeter,
at the door of self.
for others, also as greeters themselves,
to interact with each other
as the passing of life
in that is,
of itself,
as of the living
and the livingness . . .
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