infinity is a void that is also within us.
 

it's hard to imagine the ancients talked so much. maybe most of them were silent as now, and some like descartes became the windbags of posteriority.
 

 the middling, who have a smattering
of science and act knowing, they are the ones
who spread confusion & misjudge
everything.  

i moved a lot of big rocks around the beach today, i don't know why. i threw some heavy beauties in for copp who thrilled to the percussive splashes