Mountain fastness.

We are all remote as far-off mountain tops. At first I thought I should be grieving this, but it just wouldn't take. The sadness, I mean. We are all alone together. This is the seed of all melancholy, the blues, art. It works, somehow, if you don't try to cover it up or suppress it. If you can merge with it, then... Well done, you!

Ms Britty

Dear steve

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Tea cup mountains and bathtub tubas

Tonight I had finished taking a bath and was in the midst of draining the tub when I discovered an odd oscillation in the drain plug creating a low-pitched tone. By altering the pressure of the plug, I could change the sound. Somehow the emergency valve above the main valve created a resonance chamber.

The sound was reminiscent of a didgeridoo.

I asked Pilar if she quite enjoyed my concert, and she said that she did.

As if this discovery was not enough, the dreaming universe presented me with a perfect image of a mountain in the bottom of my tea cup. The image was left by the small amount of material left in ether bottom after most of the moisture had evaporated.

I said to Pilar, "A tuba in my bath tub and a mountain in my tea cup; what does it mean?"

"That you're very happy," was her reply.