Otherness
It is green and brown in the forest ...
with startling exceptions.
It the world we get pretty much what we expect ...
with startling exceptions.
I love them ...
for they are otherness.
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Otherness is all which I am not ... that which i do not understand ... that which i do not control ... that which i have not made.
Part of otherness i do not even know ... have not even seen or heard ... part of it ... well almost all of it to be honest ... i am totally ignorant ... i don't even know it exists but i suspect that it does. It is pervasive.
i can get to know it ... transforming it, for me, into not so pure otherness.
Of course i can get to know otherness ... i can see it ... i can hear it ... i can smell it .. i can taste it ... i can feel it. i can even imagine it and think about it. i can interact with it ... transact with it ... talk to it ... and dance with it. The more i interact with it, the more i touch it, the less other it become ... it transforms me and i transform it.
I write these words ... as such they are me. You, however, read them, puzzle their meaning to me or to yourself.
You are otheness to me. I am otherness to you. Well not exactly ... we can know each other ... you can read my words ... we can talk ... we can interact ... we can become aware of each other. But, sans that interaction, that getting to know each other we start out as otherness. well almost otherness, for you breath like i do, you can feel like i do and hurt like i do and love like i do. silll and all, mostly i don not know you ... i was not there when you took your first step ... or had your first kiss ... or first saw the ocean ... or first were beaten by your father. Mostly your history is unknown and foreign to me ... i did not share it ... mostly i do now even know about it ... so mostly you are otherness to me.
i can like otherness ... i can love it ... i can dislike it ... i can hate it. i can get to know it transforming it in small portion into me.
I cannot honestly wish otherness away. Not that i want to. I do love the stuff

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