IN NAME ALONE

Apparently I am.

And then again.

And you?

And you?

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on June 13, 2012, in Guff and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Who knows, anymore? Are we? Your entire self-confidence might be in one little aspect(little for other, big for you), and might be destroyed in a matter of seconds.
    e.g : my supervisor telling me I don’t know English.
    Anyway, I’m just less motivated than I ever was, how are you? Have you received my e-mail? Are you alright?

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    • How terrible for you. I think your English is pretty good. Occasionally a mistake there is, but then me too and I have less excuse. πŸ˜› Your supervisor is a fool. There is an English saying: Those who can, do, those who can’t, become teachers. Yes, I received your recent e-mail, and also found an earlier one I haven’t answered. 😦 Today I have not been too great and so cancelled a planned meal with friends tonight. As I am saying in this post, there is no permanent “me”, just what Daevid Allen calls “the ceaseless tide of selves”. I do hope you will transform into a more contented version of yourself again soon, dear friend. I already am a lot better than I was this morning/afternoon. I am managing to write this comment, for instance. An e-mail for you should come to you soon, I promise. Remember to keep breathing, even with a smile? πŸ™‚

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