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I look here, I look there- in the warm water the Moon bathes, Like in the forest stream A young Romany What’s going on Everything wobbles That’s the world laughing.

I am, we each are, the inmost of an endless series of Russian dolls; you who read are now encased within a layer I built for you, or perhaps my stories are now inside you. We live as literally as that inside each other’s thoughts and work, in this world that is being made all the time, by all of us, out of beliefs and acts, information and materials. Even in the wilderness your ideas of what is beautiful, what matters, and what constitutes pleasure shape your journey there as much as do your shoes and map also made by others.

I cannot help loving you more than is good for me;