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Journal: May 11, 2012
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Senses                                Souls

ISTMRN life is like a stew that’s never been off the fire and never empty. It simmers, mostly slowly, but sometimes roiling when somebody (the gods?) stokes the fires. Always changing, boiling away, adding water and leftovers; always changing nearly the same today as yesterday, but quite different than long ago. The flavors in the stew grow and meld on simmering, and flavor becomes ever more complex and simple. N’est ce pas? Complex still having hints of many flavors tried but simple in having selected favorites by now, which are fewer but most satisfying, seasoned as from the bounty of the seasons, growing wild and tame.