Going Dutch again

 

 

 

So tomorrow came and went. Didn’t make a dent in the urgency of conturgency. Compulsion to play, nay: to trickle and spurt. No-one needs to get hurt. It can all be achieved amicably.

 Founding myths. Stories that structure our experience. As I mentioned in Toast to Jujube: 

  "There was no little Hans the Dutch boy. The Americans made it up".

 We were told that Hans saw water trickling through a dyke and stuck his finger in and saved his entire village from flooding. Because the small stream would have grown to a bigger stream and burst the dyke. I am using that idea by writing a tiny amount with the intention of using the power of the stream to burst the dyke.  Write a sentence or two every day and soon the words will swell to pragraphs and even pages.  We are entangled in narratives. We are caught up in and made up of meanings which have no direct relationship with reality. We must write our own stories in order to exist.