Date: Mon, 19 Jan 1998 13:12:03 -0800
Subject: Luke the Lurker


Edward the bear,

Twilit; never having known my father, I sit on a vice with an oar in the
versa, nodding mythopoeics, but not without thank/thinking you for the
Ligotti.

Monkeys were fine until Jane GoodAwled em, egalitarian even.  See
Margaret Power _The Egalitarians_.  Following a thread of love, we are
already free of the labyrinth partly; again, in twilight or 'clouds of
unknowing'.

Keeping my distance from what's 'familiar', I appreciate what I cannot
bring to it more than what no one can bring to my fantasies.

While I'm not telling you anything you don't already know, if you were
generous...?

You might grant others their extremes, or only extreme light or extreme
dark? 'Gnowing' we will drift back (w/out re-turning?) to middles,
margins, and bridges between origins and repetitions, between sameness
and similarity, between difference and dissimilarity, and hope-scotching
between at least three types of sameness...

...what more might identity require besides its existence [which itself
implies features (while features need not imply existence), and is also
incapable of suffering individuation)?  

And if asked 'how marginal can you get,' we might answer by asking,
'what can exist without features?'

Having learned that "the will to efficacious action is the one that
limits itself to dismal dreams" (_VE_ 226), Luke lurks.

What dreams have you, raised by whatever acts, that are *least* dusted
with the chaos of described proportions?

d