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"The more I allow the man to look at me, the more I see god in him--or he is god--and the woman--us--one, nothing without the other."

I wasn't exactly sure what Jj was talking about, but if he was talking about *Outside Woman Outside Man that statement is an astounding insight. *Scroll down to larger works below posts for reference.

More Jj: "... is the neighborhood changing--not Les, but the renters?"

Yes, its been changing all along. Its worked out so well you could almost think is was the destiny of our package deals. You see, once you sign on Jj, you enter into a portal to an Andromeda-like Galaxy from which you emerge more than you were. It takes some longer than others, like plants sprouting, some are closer to the sun's radiation and thrive. Those that succeed, flower in the most surprising, unimaginable ways. Muslim banking, soil testing, gekos, the system, frauds, firewood, UFOs, ignorance, backpacks, Zen benches, Haikus, bundgee cords, solar systems, good and evil, art appreciation, stoveularisms, poetry, photography, there's too much to mention here. And still it grows. It has no end. All who pass through the Visible portal have a story to tell from the one mind, something that the evidence proves interests all of us.

On a personal note, I see it as a masterwork. A totally interactive, morphing, talking, Visible installation. Its better than the Cyclorama in Atlanta where you stand in the center of a circular building and walk round and round viewing the Civil War battles in 3-D, no matter which direction you look, its moss and plantations burning, the Union and the Confederacy in blood. It has an intense reality to it. People are effected by the the lifelike figures and the sounds of cannons and gunshots, running slaves, gathering storms overhead beneath the dry ice smoke and simulated fires.


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On long driving trips, at night, crossing the hills and dales of the high plains, I would see nothing for a hundred miles and then, like clockwork, like expectation had become, there would be a group of small homes nestled closely, porch lights on, bunches of vehicles and kids toys about the yards and I knew without a doubt people naturally group together. There was, all around them, plenty of space to live separated, but it happened so many times and still always does if you have a chance to notice it. And when you think about the nature of the phenomena we can see with our own eyes, you know you are seeing the truth about ourselves and our natural needs for love, acceptance and community.

We never need be rigid about it, great hurry makes for great confusion as in the commands "evacuate" or "rush" or words like "threat" or "warning" - ooooooo danger... one's time also is best used when they are learning something they have wanted to understand solely for themselves. There is an art to all of it, wouldn't you agree, a fine art and we are the living testimonial.

But if you don't have the taste for love and belonging today, it doesn't matter, the subject of depression soon come. Anguish, sorrow, loneliness and loss are just more petals on the stem.