new year 67
Metaphors of humanity as a turbulent system through which energy is lost into the context; of life considered as Levy flights from small town to small town; of the (false) idea you can start out new every day; of downward causation by which the emergent whole begins to select what will form it. New Year 67: for me a milestone of the weird mystery not so much of being old but of the approach to something deep. Last year at this time I posted a photograph of C’s–unfinished buildings, asymettrically framed and obscured by the blurred interior of the train from which they were briefly viewed. This year a paragraph will have to do. Rain & wind in the street outside.