19:38 ...picnic of vegetarian pate sandwich and a nectarine by pond 1... in the last week of summer or the first week of autumn... mellow sunlight fading rapidly as i hasten to write something before it's too dark to write...
...quite pleased and surprised to find myself adapting to the demands of moving house - much thought and time has to go to re-arranging services, money, possessions, (with the expensive help of estate agents, solicitors, surveyors, removals people and other professionals and the free help of relatives and friends)...
...but now, here above the pond, is the moon... half-visible, just above the trees... looking as big as it did in August ... and the lights go on in the windows of the houses across the pond... and now each of the window lights, and the moon itself, appear as tall strips of reflected light on the water surface...
...this scene is as near to heaven as any earthly thing could be!...
...but what is 'heaven'?... an imaginary ideal?... a name for happiness?... or an earthly reality that seems ideal (perhaps because we are so well adapted to it - after billions of years - no - less, far less, than billions)...
...now to walk, before darkness...
...the air here is pleasant to breathe, the place continues to seem ideal as well being as real as any could be...
[and then came some half-legible handwriting that i cannot quite decipher:]
...and, in amongst my adapting to geographic change i am
looks? behind the reality, and the ideality, ... have today ... via the 'Wikitopia' [an idea* in progress]
AHA! AHA!
something is happening... he thinks... with gladness...
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