It would be amazing if this blog were in fact "posted" - that I'd scribble out the missive, seal it with wax imprimatur, and jog down to the corner to the squat black post box, with perhaps a lag of about two days until the message was received. Are we really as well served by Certainty as by Possiblity? It seems to me perhaps not: how human is a slight drift in the process! If the Modern Age is all about half-cocked certainty - cold results and lifeless screens - you can have it. I'd rather see a digital tree growing slowly on my desktop, on a planter windowsill with raindrops beading and gliding on the digital window. After a while, I might need my digital shears. Digital Shears, that's what I might well use now! (Especially on this post, now it's grown far beyond initial intentions...)
Hello and well-come!
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