The temple bell stops
but I still hear the sound
coming out of the flowers
-Matsuo Basho
I have had no greater privilege than to be among these sensitive friends of mine. We have been discussing suspension, and I can't rid myself of the image:
bells ringing. Bells ringing in a clock tower. . At the end of each reverberation, time itself is suspended with us as we wait for the next sound -or the gasp made in its absence.
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