The branching metaphor, and it's who knows what-ness of who's who, which branch enough to form those thickets of concern that ringlock our epistemic enclaves, hedged in by that thick metaphysics we can identify with in our scrappy teenage years, it give us purpose where parenting fails, just as it ramifies us into regret as survival eases into responsibility… the branching metaphor— the coppice heats our great houses, the holt bushwhacks us, the grove prays for us, and the holm trades our places, 'which by riverrun and curve of shore'
I'd dare say some genealogy brokered by an honest taphonomy might be a good thing to review. Have you one hidden up your sleeve? Have I misssed it? I ask expected you to know your Neilsen better than me.
The branching metaphor, and it's who knows what-ness of who's who, which branch enough to form those thickets of concern that ringlock our epistemic enclaves, hedged in by that thick metaphysics we can identify with in our scrappy teenage years, it give us purpose where parenting fails, just as it ramifies us into regret as survival eases into responsibility… the branching metaphor— the coppice heats our great houses, the holt bushwhacks us, the grove prays for us, and the holm trades our places, 'which by riverrun and curve of shore'
I'd dare say some genealogy brokered by an honest taphonomy might be a good thing to review. Have you one hidden up your sleeve? Have I misssed it? I ask expected you to know your Neilsen better than me.