This evening, my nephew and his lovely lady take me to dinner. We walk past slot machines, wheels of fortune, card tables, and various sports on giant TV screens. No windows, no clocks, suggest the points in the mind where movement becomes pattern and repeated pattern suggests eternal form. And as half-human and half-animal, they unite us with a constant temperature and light. A deliberate chaotic process in which the sun neither rises nor falls.

 

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