More than 50,000 years ago the Ancestors gave us Art, covering bulberous and fissured walls of caves and gracefully weathering rocks with images of animals they knew or imagined, along with their own handprints, some with missing digits, the meanings of which we fail to remember.

Millenniums later the Ancestors gave us Philosophy: the pursuit of wisdom, and from its beginning Philosophy included Poetry, whose "bright tatters of wisdom, cast / over grey welter and spume should at any rate yield / a few visions and reflections..."

In Dante philosophy and poetry
are forever on the move, forever
on their feet. –Osip Mandelstam

Philosophy and Poetry walk through the same misty fields, minding the signs and symbols written on stones, "because in stone, finally, everything exists before life and after death."

In a copse of old growth trees and ingeniously twisted vines, a ring of flowers nurtures its fragrances while patiently waiting for Spring. Vehicles speed past on their way to or a questionable education, fouling the clearly articulated morning air.
A couple walks past holding hands, while their dog is busy pawing at the entire world living in its sensitive nose.

Dispositions begins by turning over two questions:
Who are we? Who, or what do we want to become?

"bright tatters of wisdom" Robert Bringhurst. From, "Herakleitos."
"because in stone" Edmund Jabès. From, "The Eternity of Stone."

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At this point in my life and work, there are so many people to thank, and so much be thankful for, in this life of bee stings and honeycombs. You know who you are.