asking for those things of me
Relations are rarely, if ever, truly reciprocal. Exchanges are not made same for same; the baker does not exchange his bread for more bread, nor the cooper for more barrels, nor do friends and lovers exchange the same secrets, thoughts, or feelings. Exchanges, mercantile or otherwise, do not operate on bland sameness; while an (a sense of, a feeling of) equality may be achieved through exchanges, this is certainly not the same as sameness.
This is a good thing. For it is in the specialisation and (unequal) distribution of goods that diversity is created; from diversity; from diversity, interest; from interest, motivation; from motivation, action.
I had a post about my Sydney Festival adventures, but my god it was drivel. There were maybe 3 good lines in there. So much for non-inspired writing. Never doing pedestrian work again...
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See, I've learnt to just post the drivel, in lieu of posting nothing at all. Someone recently called my blog a work of absurdist comedy. Drivel: vindicated.
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