Est Perfectum

It’s like all the sudden something said "OK Ingrid, now it is time to write again" So here we are… we two ….you and I swimming amongst these circles and squares...these dashes,darts and dots jumps...stoppings and startings...periods and lack there of ...of course So...It begins now but then that is ridiculous It began a long time ago in a land so far from me now I have to stop to recall it, as one would stop to recall a book they once read…the plot, the characters all so familiar and on the tip of mind and tongue but then of course not and one is found floundering and searching …all the while wearing the most preposterous expression It is impossible to search ones memory and have even the semblance of a sophisticated knowing expression on one's face It is just part of the human condition the great equalizer …the rich and the poor, the philosophically advanced and the dumb as dirt ALL must flounder on memories forgotten and ever relentlessly forgetting shores. We are not lemmings we are fish Forgive my pun and weak humor… it is all I have got to try to amuse you while pondering and musing away the time ahead of us about the likes of…. Brown paper bags Bags….ENORMOUS bags of candy: They MUST have weighed at least 5 lbs but for a penny a piece =a quarter could make you Queen of the gum ball and Sorceress of the jaw breaker for at least an entire day. It is A wonder of nature we are not all dying of diabetes …..and very bad parenting or are we? But that is not our real subject…our real subject is the lay of the land The dot dot dot of it…the slicing of any apple…the creating of a word...a letter …a phrase …any! and all! expression of the depthful interiors of the artistic vase with in that est perfectum not because it works and is perfect but because it exists at all in mind and in daring in ink