these tested our horizon
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I'm not writing a full entry today, spending the half hour I've found free working on return.horse
Here's a poem I printed out and stuck on my wall, to meditate on.
Emily Dickinson
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- These tested Our Horizon—
- Then disappeared
- As Birds before achieving
- A Latitude.
- Our Retrospection of Them
- A fixed Delight,
- But our Anticipation
- A Dice—a Doubt—
listening to
what is keeping you alive makes me want to kill them for - Kathryn Joseph
questions
- a dice or a doubt?
- are there any fundamental beliefs I hold about my work that have gone untested?
- how can I test them?