For all our burgeoning factual knowledge and technological prowess, we
inhabit a culture of profound discontent that systemically aggravates pain
and opposes creative loving influence. Our living space is overheating; conflict
abounds along with the potential for mutually assured destruction, and mental
distress manifests in ever more diverse and far-reaching ways. We ask plaintively
what can we ‘do’ about ‘it’, whilst not realizing that our perception of
‘it’ and ‘doing’ actually lies at the heart of our difficulty. We have devised
a divisive logic of opposition that depends on fixed objective definitions
of ‘to be or not to be’. This logic has us treat nature and our selves literally
as discrete singularities, independent entities dislocated from the contextual
space in which all are pooled together as dynamic relational flow-forms.
It has us view life not as gifted to us but as an oppressive struggle for
existence in which all compete with all. It is embedded in the foundations
of our mathematics, scientific method, language, theology and systems of
governance, and is painfully reinforced throughout our prevalent educational
practice. Hence we live sorely out of tune with our natural human neighbourhood.
Here I suggest, non-literally, how harmony may be restored, through foregrounding
what ‘it’ reduces to background. We can learn - or relearn - how to evolve
playfully, like nature, by means of the fluid dynamic transformation of all
through all in receptive spatial context. Pain, in this context, naturally
alerts us to what doesn’t feel right, not to impose what we assume is right.
Lesson 1: Genesis and Betrayal
In the beginning was the void. And the void was good. She said, ‘let there
be light!’ And there was light. And the void included the light and the light
included the void. They loved one another as they danced life into exuberantly
flowing form, inspiring and expiring as an ever-transforming array of whirls
within whirls within and around the creatures of the Earth. But One light-embodied
form of darkness arose, which became self-conscious of its own image. It
grew alarmed by the painful prospect of its own expiration and sought the
security of sovereignty over all others whilst taking the liberty of doing
as it pleased by claiming its own internal purpose and drive. It formed the
word that fortified itself against the void by calling her bad names and
rallying armies to deny her nurturing presence. It gave names to all the
other forms, fixing them too within hard lines of definition that severed
their connection with the void. And so the void was exiled from her offspring
and made to suffer in the background of all that she had danced with her
partner to life. Love became divided between loyalties, each denying the
other in vicious circles. Light hated darkness and darkness hated light in
a sharp dichotomy between black and white, to no good purpose. Pain stalked
the Earth and no one knew what to do about it.
Oh, how we laugh! When Some Thing; Touches Our Spirit; Tickles Our Imagination;
Recalling Our Place; In a Playful Space
A common enjoyment; Of a Common Enjoinment; Recreations; Of an Ever Present;
Folding
Dynamic Boundaries; Pivotal Places; Incomplete Surfaces; That make distinct;
But Never Discrete
Unique and Special Identities; Possibilities Realized; That Can Never Be
Bettered; And can never be Severed; From a Context Within and Beyond; That
Makes Us Content; Belonging Together; Adoring Our Differences; Inseparable
in Our Incompleteness
Our Self-Insufficiency; That Unites Us in Love; A Receptive Space; A No Thing
Place; That Keeps Us Coherent; Within and Without; Enveloped and Enveloping
No Need For Rules; No Need For Rulers; With Space in Our Hearts; To Include
Other as Us; A Diverse Assembly; A Joyous Relief; Reciprocating Each Other’s
Movements; Dancing in High Spirits
Oh, how we cry! When Made To Deny; Our Union With Other; No Mother, No Brother;
No Sister; To Assist; Our Passage; Through Pain
But a Father Severe; A Tyrant Authority; To Cut Us Off; Within Fixed Boundaries;
In Isolation
Pretending Independence; Making Comparisons; Striving To Remove; What’s Not
Good Enough; In Pursuit of Perfection, Control, Prediction
A rationalistic Ideal; A Uniform Whole; A Self-Sufficiency; Tolerating No
Hole; No Breathing Space; No Place for Grace
Demanding Reproduction; More of the Same; A Perpetual Cloning; With No Room
to Err; No Room to Wander or Wonder
A Solid Object; With Space Outcast; An Infinite Outsider; Offering No Possibility;
Of Excitement or Joy
A Purified Presence; A Divine Right; Freed From Wrong; An Unreal Abstraction;
Motionless; Emotionless; Random Disunity; Divine DisContent
A Need For Rules; A Need For Rulers; No Space in Our Hearts; To Include Other
as Us; A Monoculture; A Dull, Flat Field; Where Conflict Abounds
So, For Heaven’s Sake, Father! Take a Look at Your Wife! Isn’t She Sexy?
Get a Life!
Be Your Self! Give Us Guidelines, By All Means; But, Please; Don’t Hold Us
Against Them
Stop Repeating Yourself! Put Away Your Severing Knife! Or, at the very least;
Make a Hole that Heals; And Recreates - Lets Us Play!
Lesson 2: The Coming of the Wise Men
Into this place of grief there came many men of substance, who took it upon
themselves to give instruction concerning the ways of the world. And they
called the Places where they stood solidly on the basis of their Authority
by great names: School, Academy, Church, Cathedral, University, Parliament,
Senate, to name but a few. But all they could do was repeat themselves in
ever more expert ways. They converted the creative spirits of unadulterated
minds into uniformed reproductions of themselves by caging them in cubical
cubicles of standard curricula and wielding stick and carrot to keep them
on track. Above All they worshiped the One great outsider and insider that
could multiply by dividing into many, adding to sum and taking away from
mothers. And they called this One infinite and infinitesimal, whilst leaving
aside the void that they loved to avoid suspended in vacuum, somewhere ineffable.
Nature is square they had to declare, even if only as an approximation. It
must be so, for, to be sure, in a world with no corners, where on Earth can
we fix its centre?
I offered you a Tiger
Rampant; Roaring; Russet; Burning; Yearning; Gnawing; Yawning; Sprawling;
Crawling; Puncturing; Eye Opening; Jaw Closing
You wanted to stuff the Tiger; Black, white and red all over; Darkness and
Light; Reporting; Combining into Colour; And awesomely dynamic form
Inspiring; Expiring; Breathing; Space and Fire
You wanted to put the Tiger in a Frame; To make the Tiger Tame; Complete
with label warning ‘Danger’
Safely Confined; In your High Security System; So you can Play your End Game
I will accept what you say if you can convince me to do so; For I am Fair
and Open Minded; But to convince me you will have to show that I am wrong;
When all I have to do; To be sure; Of my independent rightness; Is define
what I am not; And have no need for further enquiry; Beyond the realm of
my security
So I can wilfully; With Authority; Suppress the disquieting silence; Of your
creativity; And be assured of the longevity; Of my double bog standards;
Of excellent mediocrity
I have no need for receptivity; I can fix things for myself; For I am certain;
Of my independence; Until you convince me otherwise; But then again I can
be sure; That you’re not me
Lesson 3: The Coming of the Croppers
The newly self-conscious forms soon grew weary of wandering around, hunting
and gathering whatever the Earth provided for their sustenance, ever refreshing
herself as they moved on in preparation for their return. They yearned to
settle in One Place where they could make themselves comfortable, self-contained
and protected from the vicissitudes of their natural neighbourhood. Helped
by those regarded as wise, they learned to build walls and fences to keep
what they desired most in and what they desired least out. They became expert
at removing resident wildlife and replacing it with whatever individual kind
of form they selected and bred to suit their consuming interests. One thought
to be wise even proclaimed, with deeply furrowed brow, this to be the way
Life Itself evolved, by discarding her own variety in favour of whoever competed
best in the struggle for her selective attention. So the vast forests and
moorlands and marshlands and grasslands were converted to fields and farmyards
and factory housing, each ever more densely and uniformly stocked with plants
and animals whose only purpose was to grow and reproduce as fast as possible,
so that ever more could feed ever more. Eventually, the self-conscious began
to treat themselves in the same way as their stocks, to be managed as commodities
by departments of human resources. And when at last the stocks began to flag
under pressure of disease and stress, unable to supply the growing demand,
the demand did not lessen but sought instead to replace the genes from which
they’d been bred, with something better.
The ground frowned; Its face shaved bare; From rich intertwinement; Of
co-evolving variety; Nurtured Together; In receptive embrace
That bare faced lying; Now cut with lines of worry; Its inner life disturbed
and severed; To make way; For a new breed of aliens
Arrayed in rank file; Aspiring skywards; In vertical ascent; With no messing
around; Underground or overground
But where now is that strange new breed?; Smothered by weed; That takes the
space; Vacated by greed; A forlorn, foregone conclusion; Laid low by dis-ease;
Born of its intrusive planting
Lesson 4: The Coming of the Rulers and Traders
Having settled for this penned in, staked out world the scene was set for
claims of sovereignty over each fragmented plot. The size of plot depended
not, as in other creatures’ natural territories, upon what was needed to
sustain the life within its dynamic local within non-local boundaries, like
a river’s banks within its watershed. Rather it relied on some estimate of
enforced power, measured out in square units that ignored the lie of the
land. And so the adverse square Law became the right to rule by might; an
overarching pyramid of numbers called the State - in honour of its permanent
fixture - with One at the Top. Yet each State in its concrete setting sold
itself short of what lay out of reach beyond its self-imposed walls, in States
nearby and far away. Interstate Highways became imperative to allow transactions
between the imperial powers. But on these roads betwixt fixed abodes, there
was always the danger of meeting a stranger who dealt unevenly in monetary
cubicles of divided loyalty, creating mistrust to disrupt the exchange and
open the way for invasive force.
Brick walls unite in solidarity; Or so I've heard; When their foundations;
So absurd; Secured upon the very Word; That cuts their souls adrift; Feel
the solvent waters; Lapping at their sound construction
I came across; One Such A Wall; Long and Straight; And Very Tall; Commanding
the Waters; To Divide or Fall; And join the Ranks; Above It All
I tried to reason, softly; With the Wall; To allow some flecks a passage;
Through its façade; So that it could flex; In resonant communion;
Of One World With Its Other; A mutually corresponding Identity; Incompletely
defined
But my words rebounded; In mocking echo; A harshly edited reflection; Of
my dejection; A judgement of scorn; Not gladly borne beyond; Into dynamic
Synthesis
I saw a bird; Bestride the Wall; Glorifying in the Sunder; Of It All
Looking first this way; Then That; Preening its coat of many colours; Calling
Out in strident language
Don't you know; You stupid Fool; That Love's reception is not cool; When
this is what It is; To be or not to be; Where It's At
The bird's forked tongue; Flickered freely; As it cast its spell; Of false
dichotomy; Upon the nature of its source; In all around
I heard a rumbling; Far below; Some undercurrent; Of the Flow; In swirling
eddies; Round the pillars; That Underpinned; The Wall's hard lining
So that it began; To Quake; And crumple; Stirred Up; By the shaky ground
Alarmed; The bird took flight; Into the open sky; Beyond the Wall
It wheeled and spiraled; Above my head; Dancing on some unseen softness;
That brought it safely back to ground
To pick its way; And feed on life released; Amongst the rubble; That once
had stood; In the way of One World and Its Mother
Until I caught a glimpse of being caught; In its glassy eye's reflection;
And found; At last; A sign; Of welcome; All mocking gone
Lesson 5: A Child is Born and Killed
It came to pass that a child was born, in no grand circumstances. He came
to question the established order, but was soon betrayed, like his Mother,
on account of his seeing through the material world. He was brought before
the Ruler, to be measured up, but said, implicitly, ‘surely you knew you
were in the nude!’ The Ruler, however, was not amused, and washed his hands.
The child cried into the void before he died: ‘Mother, behold thy Son’ and
‘Father, why hast thou forsaken Me?’ But few could follow His reasoning,
so many followed the Ruler instead.
I had a dream; To leave the mainstream; And pawsed to rest; Upon this
hill crest; Where I gained a view; That I thought no body knew
I tried to tell; That they were heading for Hell; But, they said, ‘what cheek;
To pronounce from your peak’
Those who came nearest; Said I was the queerest; Unfeeling sub-lemming; Not
allowed; To depart from the crowd
They said, ‘not to be dim’; To ‘be in with the swim’; But when I refused;
They were not amused
They tied me down; And pierced my hide; And left me to die; As they rushed
for the sky
Lesson 6: The Coming of the Ironmongers and Pollution
As the struggle for power grew more intense, so too did the desire to forge
more and more from what could be mined from the Earth’s natural resources.
Coal, oil and forest provided heat and flux to serve the fabrication of dazzling
inventions that raced ever faster across the globe. But in the wake of labour-saving,
pain-freeing device, raced also the spread of exhausted spirit, of lives
serving time in office and factory, and rising residues of burnt fossil fuel.
Oh, that iron fist that hides; In a velvet glove; Intoxicating the heart;
Whilst ordering its erratic wanderings; Into the hard-edged metronomic beatings;
Of a loveless marriage to mechanical objects; so clearly defined; To beguile
the seeker of certainty
Could not that purple velvet; That flatters to deceive; Yet restore our child’s
play?
An antidotal, anecdotal softening; Of hard manipulations; That exclude the
darkness from the day
Light touching lightly upon the fringes; Of etchings into clay; Where the
bodies’ soft life-linings; Can frolic in the summer hay
With hard lines drawn betwixt and over all, the view of the self-conscious
became stifling. No-one beyond the boundaries of self-definition could possibly
be trusted, so all became threatening opposition, the epitome of all that
one stood against by dint of what one stood for. Ideology, above and beyond
the care of natural resources, became the ground for endless dispute whose
only final solution lay in the elimination of the opposition, by fair means
or foul. War became the chief way of rallying power to one’s own side, a
game in which the gathering, ever more inventive, killing forces of science
and technology became willing or unwilling collaborators, coerced by punishment
and rewarded financially. Common sense whimpered on the sidelines, barred
from intervention, desperate for a hearing in some silent space beyond the
din.
Black you are; and black you be; What ever else; You cannot be me
Whiter than white; And purer than pure; I know what's right; That's my allure
But, How can you be; So very sure; About what you perceive; as your allure?
So confident;; In the rule of law; That you can flout it; Whenever your bent;
Is to be without it
You think you're so brave; To call me depraved; As you parade your virtue;
Symbolized by your Statue; Of Liberty
An OxyMoron; A Freedom you lost; Because of its cost
You think Economics; IS Ergonomics; But your Economics; Is Egonomics
A self-righteous assertion; That leads to desertion; Of your human nature;
In which we so long; To belong
So, let's bury the hatchet; There's no thing to match it; A celebration of
difference; And no indifference
No grayness; No blameness; But a splash of colour; Of every hue; Not black
and blue
That's me and you
I am your final dissolution; The nurturer of your nature; That soothes
and softens; As we live and breathe together
No gas-tight chamber doors; Designed to wall in; Or wall out your fears of
devastation; Can exterminate me
You cannot live without me; You cannot die without me; I cannot find expression
without you
You live in the breath of my inspiration; You die in the breath of my expiration;
You die as you live; You live as you die; With me; Within and without
So, if you try to close me in; Or close me out; In your Manly human quest
for Godly immortality; I cannot love you as you stir within my womb
I cannot assist you; I can only watch, impassively by; As you use me to destroy;
Yourself; Or suffocate in the stasis; Of a never-ending, never-opening; Paralysis;
That’s no life for any one of us; Alone
So, please, bear with me; As I am alongside and within you; Take me in as
I take you out; Certain only of the uncertainty; That recreates a rich and
vibrant world; I am what life and death is all about
Rising and subsiding; In ever-flowing form; Living Light and Loving Darkness;
Together
Lesson 8: The Playing Field
But amidst the deadly, serious game of power struggle was always the warm
dark love of life that refused to lie or kill or die in treacherous denial
of its own deep presence. Even in the hardest hours, this spirit found the
space from which to laugh and play and tend those broken in the fray. It
was the race’s saving grace, which held together through adversity, offering
hope of creativity in the very moment of despair. And in this melting moment,
hard lines would smile and flow, relaxed at last in recollection of that
ancient dance to life of light with void.
You ask me who you are; To tell a story you can live your life by; A tail
that has some point; That you can see; So that you no longer; Have to feel
so pointless; Because what you see is what you get; If you don’t get the
meaning of my silence; Because you ain’t seen nothing yet
You ask me for illumination; To cast upon your sauce of doubt; Regarding
what your life is all about; To find a reason for existence; That separates
the wrong; From righteous answer; In order to cast absence out; To some blue
yonder; Where what you see is what you get; But you don’t get the meaning
of my darkness; Because you ain’t seen nothing yet
You look around the desolation; Of a world your mined strips bare; You ask
of me in desperation; How on Earth am I to care?; I whisper to stop telling
stories; In abstract words and symbols; About a solid block of land out there;
In which you make yourself a declaration; Of independence from thin air;
Where what you see is what you get; When you don’t get the meaning of my
present absence; Because you ain’t seen nothing yet
You ask of me with painful yearning; To resolve your conflicts born of dislocation;
From the context of an other world out where; Your soul can wonder freely;
In the presence of no heir; Where what you see is what you get; When you
don’t get the meaning of my absent presence; Because you ain’t seen nothing
yet
You ask me deeply and sincerely; Where on Earth can you find healing; Of
the yawning gap between emotion; And the logic setting time apart from motion;
In a space caught in a trap; Where what you see is what you get;
And in a thrice your mind is reeling; Aware at last of your reflection; In
a place that finds connection; Where your inside becomes your outside; Through
a lacy curtain lining; Of fire, light upon the water
Now your longing for solution; Resides within and beyond your grasp; As the
solvent for your solute; Dissolves the illusion of your past; And present
future
Now your heart begins to thunder; Bursting hopeful with affection; Of living
light for loving darkness; Because you ain’t felt no thing yet
Lesson 9: A Child is Born Again
But is it too late?
I feel I cannot think; Of My Self alone; As wise; For there can be no wise
One alone
I am not wise; I am a child of suffering; Whose childful yearning; Is to
lighten the load; Imposed by those who goad; Us on our way; By means of fearful
refutation; Of all that they might seek to find
I cannot grow up; For in that adulteration; I encounter devastating poverty;
A desertion of the spirit; That pools us all together; In the recreative
communion; Of our natural neighbourhood
Can our rational pursuit; Serve any better purpose; Than to chase what we
seek; Further; And further; and further; Away?
If we were only to loosen; Those unforgiving means and ends; The hardline
limits of denial; By which we close down on our prey; We could release the
life that loves; Our child’s play
A gap breathed space; Into the fortress; Of a soul walled in; By dreaming
of Absolute security; In its individual completeness; Elevated above some
baseline standard; Of soles firmly planted; At odds with one as another;
In foundations of quicksand; Set fast in cement
How quickly this dreaming; Would fade; In less than a lifeline; Of certain
anchorage
When doubt made its fearful question; Of presence felt; In a blow below the
belt; That crippled unbending fixture; Into sharply wrought relief
Curved into some new and ancient; Awareness; Where no One could still compete;
When stilled by its own completeness; Of idolized concrete
Inviolate to all but its own violation; Of unfelt presence; So deeply disconcerted;
By no sense of nonsense; In the absence of its motherhood
Through which to find communion; From sole to soul; Unblockaded; By proud
pretension
A humility restored; To Faith in individual failure; As sure and omnipresent
sign; Of love in human nature
Opening all ways; To unending Recreation; In the very Shadow of Tragedy;
The Community Play of Foolish Genius
Beyond restrictive lessons; In Schools of Guilty Thought; That burden the
bleating Heart; With endless ways to blame and shame; By reserving the right
for One Alone; To claim superiority
A great lie, according to Adolf Hitler, is one to which the great masses
of the people will more easily fall victims than a small one. So far, our
educational systems have relentlessly been sustaining the mother of all great
lies, the lie that ultimately renders human nature, in its current cancerous
form of expression, unsustainable. The question is, can our educational systems
undergo a role reversal, so as to bring about a re-evolution in our understanding
of and attunement with our natural human neighbourhood? Can those very systems
that have been imposing conformity on the uniquely situated views of those
passing through its hallowed halls instead find ways to encourage the creative
possibilities of non-conformity?
Here is where I think a deep (re-) examination of our prevalent attitudes
to pain and play, and where these attitudes arise from, could assist a radical
transformation in the geometry of our understanding of creative evolution
as a learning process, and learning as a creative evolutionary process. This
transformation entails a shift of focus from dead setting upon the complete
perfection of select individuals, to the continual naturally evolving perfection
of necessarily incomplete - space-incorporating - flow-forms in dynamic relationship.
This shift helps us on from Darwin’s selective ‘preservation of favoured
races in the struggle for life’, to natural inclusion - ‘the co-creative,
fluid dynamic transformation of all through all in receptive spatial context’.
By the same token it entails a transformation from the definitive, either/or,
‘excluded middle’ logic of objective rationality, to what a few like-minded
companions and I have called ‘inclusionality’ – awareness of all form as
flow-form, a dynamic inclusion, not occupier, of space, which is not definable
in absolute terms in an unfrozen world.
What’s ‘pain’ got to do with ‘it’ then? Well, of course, we don't (without
empathic sensitivity to bodily language) 'see' pain through the objective
lens of our pure eyesight. 'Pain' is one of those hidden 'feelings' that
we know ourselves and take for granted in others. It distinguishes us from
unfeeling automatons. Our response to and interpretation of pain is at the
heart of much of our thought and behavior, whether severe or lenient, cruel
or compassionate. Do we try to isolate ourselves from our own and others'
pain, to pretend it doesn't exist, by making ourselves impregnable? Do we
respond receptively, trying to ease pain? Do we inflict pain in the course
of protecting ourselves? Are we prepared to inflict pain as part of our honest
correspondence with others intended to ease pain (being 'cruel' to be 'kind')?
Much of my own work and rumination has ultimately been about trying to ease
pain, both in others and myself, through recognizing how ‘it’ can be exacerbated
by certain kinds of thought and behavior. That is what the line in ‘Child
of Reason’, 'I am a child of suffering', connected as it is implicitly with
rationalistic (objectifying) thought is all about. I am practicing a kind
of social and personal CBT (cognitive behavioral therapy) by enquiring into
'what is the pain-bearing thought?' and 'what is the evidence in support
of this pain-bearing thought'. Through this kind of enquiry, I have identified
the thought or 'core belief', most fundamentally, as ‘I am/you are alone'
- an independent, perfectible, egocentric automaton solely responsible for
my/your own behavior and hence both laudable and reprehensible in our/your
own right'. And I have found no evidence or reason to support this thought,
but much evidence and reason, implicit in contemporary scientific theory
as well as everyday experience and observation of nature and human nature,
that it cannot hold true in an unfrozen world or universe. As William Wordsworth
surmised: 'in nature everything is distinct, yet nothing defined into absolute,
independent, singleness'. This pain-bearing thought hence really does indeed
appear to me as a betrayal of our human nature, a denial of the vulnerability
that comes with our evolutionarily creative capacity as necessarily incomplete,
dynamic relational flow-forms, to love 'other' - our natural neighborhood
– as 'self'. Ultimately, what I feel-see being denied and betrayed is the
receptivity of space, the unconditional 'Mother-Love' or Divine Agape of
Nature that ‘let’s us play’.
Having arrived at this understanding, if understanding it is, the vexed question
arises of how - and if - to communicate 'it' in a culture that appears to
be dominated by the core belief that precipitates betrayal and denial. Here
I immediately run into all the difficulties of trying to communicate within
a logical framework and language that is itself predicated on the assumed
'correctness' of this very core belief that I am questioning. When I appear
to be trying to 'correct' this assumed 'correctness', there is understandable
resentment, a sense that I am trying to impose my 'will' on the assumed 'free
will' of others. What in Heaven's name gives 'me alone' the 'right' to 'do'
such a 'thing'? I have to take great care to avoid getting caught up in a
game of reciprocal denial leading nowhere fast.
'Correction', in the minds of those most attached to the core belief of individual
sovereignty (independence/free agency), is inescapably linked to notions
of 'being wrong', 'failure' and 'punishment' - no wonder it is not taken
or given kindly! For those not so attached to this core belief (very difficult
in our present culture) it is understood more in terms of dynamical attunement
with context, a vital aspect of our skillful navigation of ever-transforming
seas.
So, who is correcting who, and what? And what does 'correction' mean? Here
the one-way filter between objective ‘rationality' and fluid dynamic ‘inclusionality'
is very significant. Inclusionality can 'see the point' of 'objective rationality'
but cannot incorporate the latter entirely (i.e. completely 'untransformed').
But objective rationality - based as it is on the logic of opposition - cannot
'see the point' of 'inclusionality', other than as 'some alternative to set
itself against'. As soon as the boundaries that absolutely define objective
rationality are fluidized (through the incorporation of spatial presence),
rationality becomes inclusionality, and our worldview somersaults, allowing
us to prioritize our natural neighbourhood that includes our individual (local)
identities. We ask not so much 'what is rightful?' as if this is some moral
imperative, but what 'feels right' or 'natural' as dynamic relational inclusions
of the flow. 'Pain' informs us of 'what doesn't feel right'. Play enables
to explore possibility happily together, adoring our differences, helping
one another in and out of holes.
How, then, may our educational practice transform so as to include the playful
possibilities that are so vital to the evolutionary creativity of nature,
including human nature? My hope is that this piece may be a non-object lesson.
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