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Thirty spokes converge upon a single hub;
It is on the hole in the center that the use of
the cart hinges.
We make a vessel from a lump of clay;
It is the empty space within the vessel that
makes it useful.
We make doors and windows for a room;
But it is these empty spaces that make the
room livable.
Thus, while the tangible has advantages,
It is the intangible that makes it useful.
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o holy holes!
that's really quite brilliant,
('n beautifully succient.) Really fleshes out/connects 'the receptacle' to its inherent receptivity.
I enjoyed this.
This poem made me think about the "practical" and "impractical" within my work, and in a larger arena as well. The line between these probabilities is becoming blurred if not reversed.
what do you mean karen?
I am not sure how to explain it, but I will try my best. There exists that which serves function and that which is the function. Sometimes it is easy to think of one being superior to the other. But, of course they are codependent. The scaffolding we build for ourselves is dependant on the appropriation of value we assign to it. We must give our ideas validity in order for them to fully function/strengthen. Sometimes that may involve a re-evaluation of what we see as important or not important. Sometimes we have to give power to that which may be the tiniest thread within our work, for that thread holds up the heaviest notions of our creation.
karen, you're kinda a poet. i like that. i'd like to hear more about how this ends up looking materially. but we can just talk about it. we don't have to subject everyone else to this conversation.
i like being subjected.
that's funny, I was gonna express a similar sentiment, ('er request...) ha, subject me too!
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