[MD] Flying Spagetti Monsters

[Heather Perella]

Hey Platt,

     [Platt]
> Perhaps we are expressing the same ideas in
> different words.

     I don't think so, but you could be correct.

     [Platt]
> I tend
> to think so. But I don't think there is an exchange
> of meaningful signals 
> between humans and inanimate objects, like pieces of
> driftwood.

     Sure a piece of driftwood may not offer the array
of meanings that say we do or even for a bubble bee
for that matter.  Yet, the driftwood does have
something that it can offer us.  It can speak to us. 
We can pick up a piece of driftwood, and have so much
come to our minds on what we might carve in that wood.
 Without the wood, I would never, that is never have
the wood art come to my mind - there would be no wood,
thus, no wood-art.  This is the relation.  The wood
does say something to us, and being who we are, that
is human beings, we can look at a piece of wood and
what that wood is connects with me, connects with me
unlike any flower or bird ever could.  Wood is wood,
and everything about that piece of wood, everything
about me, as a human being, allows for something to
happen between the two of us, the wood and I.  What
happens between the two of us would go back and forth.
 I see a dip in the wood here, so I carve something
there, and a rise in the wood, so I do this, back and
forth, the wood and I, as the tides, as two humans
swinging their arms, as the branches of a tree as the
wind comes and goes - that motion, by the impressions
of the wood, the impressions of me - the wood to me, I
to the wood, back and forth.  Maybe it's more like
fishing.  Throw the line out, reel in the line, throw
out, reel in.  Motion...  Without that driftwood, a
wood carver would not be.  The identity of a person, a
whole event called carving that needs wood, human,
sun, ocean, etc... this whole event comes together and
we have this meeting of person and wood, and oh, the
beauty that can happen.  This driftwood is very, very
significant.  Just as oil is significant to us
now-a-days, but long ago, or someday in the future,
people may hear stories about oil and think how could
that thick, awful tasting stuff ever have been so
valued.  Does the wind speak to me?  I hear the wind,
just as I may hear you talk, but the wind talks a
different language, one that can be heard and listened
to.  Ever hear somebody talk in a different language
and have no idea what they were saying.  They would
sound just like the wind.  I wouldn't hear the English
language, I would just hear these sounds, just as a
creek makes sounds, that's called creek language.   


SA

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