How young I was...

Today we
sorted
through 50 years
of Art and un-
derstood EW
(Edward Weston)
saying, "How you-
ng
I
was."

Who Am I?

The third question was, "Who am I?" But a world full of me has its problems.

This was the hardest of the Buddha's questions. I kept wanting to say, "me, dummy," but it didn't work. It made sense. No gender issues. No sentient being issues. But everyone can't be "me." So then I thought I was "it." Then, watching people at the airport and seeing how they are joined by the blackness, I realized that there aren't many its, but only one. So "IT" is in caps. That's who I am — part and parcel of IT (the connection of all things).

Where are you?

The little
prince was
on top of the
earth. But here
he has created
the earth.

Here

This is another question that the Buddha asked. It was not the most difficult. That will be the next one.

Buddha asked: what time is it?

First priest said Buddha asked three questions.
Then I asked the second priest which question
was the most difficult. He said, "what time is it?"
That's not the one I would have chosen.

Maybe I'll do drawings about the two others — another "time."

Not bad, not good — joined at the hips.

One might think that not bad is good, and not good is bad. But maybe they are the same, or at least, just what they are.

Lost and Found

So we
have
our
granddog
staying with
us & we took
a walk
&
got loss.

But now I'm fo-
und.

Who is it who ties us up?