Defying common sense . . .

Monday, March 10, 2025. It's the Moon's day . . . Spring is springing in TulseyTown. Easy Southerlies in a clear sky making for a wonder-filled day we have never seen before.

We really are “In this together.”

You write and you write and you write and you cut about 29/30ths of the whole mess and you’ve got something darned decent, maybe better. Non-writers don’t know this; they think writing is a talent, but it’s actually a drive, you’re driven to do it and once it’s on the page you can tell what is dead leaves and rubbish and you delete it. The laptop is a beautiful tool that lets you highlight the rubbish and click on CUT and it’s gone. A miracle. – Garrison Keillor, The Column.

After the Watercourse continued on its Way this weekend here's what was left of the flotsam and jetsam.

Delta Airlines is said to be taking to the air with a whole new aircraft design from JetZero. Test flights are scheduled for 2027 and commercial flights in 2030 Check it out.

The good and the bad in the week ahead. – Joyce Vance, Civil Discourse

“Now” seems to be historically tragic. The MAGA mind is terrified of what they call “woke.” Consider: what is the opposite? Asleep. Obviously. To be awake is the most important perspective we can have in these historically tragic moments, with the awareness that it doesn't have to be this way. Tara Brach provides the insight in this recently posted talk.

[T]he process of one organism generating another from the raw materials of its own being — a process known as matrescence — blurrs the biological boundary between the creature imparted and the one doing the imparting. Matrescence is the ultimate refutation of the self, the ultimate affirmation that individuality is an illusion — a cocoon of ego to keep us from apprehending the plurality we are. The science behind it is so intricate and so defiant of our commonsense intuitions about the possible that it seems to partake of the miraculous. – Maria Popova, The Marginalian.

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