...and now i hear a woman's voice laughing and laughing in the distance... an unusual sound on this part of the earth and perhaps never to be heard anywhere else in the cosmos... (for each of our actions is unique, is it not?)

action, dear you, no more thought without action!

and the action i performed was to put on the pullover that was in my bag and to open the internet and everyone on a page selected by chance... and subsequent pages...

after reading that forgotten writing i felt restored, perhaps by the freedom i was given to write in that book whatever came... or perhaps by the great pleasure of reading and thinking and writing here and now, out of doors, amidst trees, gentle wind, and mild sunshine...

and i am also restored by the text itself, for example:

...it is not impossible, only difficult, to revise one's way of speaking and writing and it is that effort that is needed now, I believe, in teaching ourselves how to live and to communicate in this world of supernatural change, or supersocial.

'Supernatural change', what do I mean by that? Well, I do not mean anything outside the laws of nature, so called. I was looking for a phrase with which to describe the artificial nature of machines (remembering that we, as the people who make them, are natural animals, capable of mechanising nature, and hence ourselves). And I was looking for a phrase which can also imply that the tempo of mechanisation is not matched to the rhythms of the human body and so in this sense it is supernatural and so we get stressed or left behind by what we have created.

And 'supersocial'? Let it speak for itself. This is the first time I've used it in this way and I've yet to discover what it means, or what we mean by it.

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