It seems that now I've run out of people to talk to. Or even with.

And I remember as a kid I had this friend with whom I spent a lot of time. Talking and dancing...

Only he was imaginary.

So one can never really run out of people. And if it happens at all, then surely the angels shall come to the rescue.

Or one simply becomes prima materia.

Just be the tree.

Ngoja Majibu in Greek and Hebrew.

Try communicating. It is the idea that is important, not the telling of the idea.

A citizen I admire spoke of citizens reading to respond rather than reading to understand.

If you want citizens to talk with, post material easy for the mass man to understand.

If you want people to talk to, just do what you do when you do what you do.

With time and practice, it becomes easier to do.

It's also about how tycho is facing the problem of pain.

Pain in others, pain to the self.

It's trying to understand my core.

And heal.