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The scales, the limp and the dance

In poetry, reflection on November 13, 2016 at 02:54

For as long as this man could walk, this man had a limp. A defect of the leg, or perhaps of the side; this man never stood upright, he saw the world either upright from his knees or slanted when standing up. This man could see taller men; men who could stand and run unimpeded. But this man did not feel envy, for he never could know what he missed.

This man had scales. His skin was weathered by the elements and many travels; it had grown dark, dry and hard. This man was never wet, for water did not take hold of him. This man was not hurt by hail, for stones bounced off him. This man could stand against cold and warm, for neither cold nor warm would penetrate his hide. This man knew of the softness of young skin, and of its sweetness; but this man also cherished the protection of the scales, and respected the time they had took to grow.

This man knew of dancing. The symmetries and alignment of bodies, the complementarity of dancers, the game of coming close and apart again; this man had seen the spectacle repeated, and he too had to learn its steps. But dancing was not only difficult with scales and a limp; its magic was simply foreign.

This man knew of the magic. He knew how others became intoxicated by it; how others would dance to any tune; and how dancing was binding his community. The magic was visible, it was celebrated, it was omnipresent. But this man did not see the magic.

There is support for a limp. It can command compassion.
There is respect for scales. They can command attention.
Yet the support and respect are carried by the magic; without the magic the barrier never lowers.

Then one day this man saw another man make a step, then another. There was light in their wake. This man followed the step, and there was light, too. From the light this man felt an inner warmth, and from this light the man felt his heart open to the magic.

But these steps were different, this man had not learned them. With his limp this man could not follow. And the light soon went away.

This man still searches for the light. Willing to learn new steps, searching for a dance master. For the magic can never be unseen.


This is me. With diagrams.

In experiment, reflection on June 29, 2014 at 20:56

Last Friday, an interviewer asked me how I would describe myself.

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Over continuïteit

In address, reflection on February 15, 2014 at 20:30

Beste E.,

ik liep langs de via Regina Margherita in Turijn op woensdag toen plotseling kwam een gedachte naar voren die ik onmiddellijk met jou wou delen.

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In reflection on January 25, 2014 at 20:10

“affection, sympathy, empathy, honesty, altruism, mutual understanding, enjoyment of each other’s company, trust, and the ability to be oneself, express one’s feelings, and make mistakes without fear of judgement from the friend.”

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The winds are turning

In lecture, reflection on October 23, 2013 at 01:10

The end scene of Mary Poppins sprang to mind as I began to write these lines: the wind turns, and it is time for Mary to leave. And so will I soon turn my back to Apple and Google as software providers.

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That sweet spot between excess and restraint

In lecture, reflection on October 11, 2013 at 14:23

My mom is a hoarder. Or maybe was. I don’t see her often. But she keeps stuff. She lives alone in a big house, and over the years she had accumulated enough stuff that she could start a bed & breakfast business, furnishing all her guest rooms with her accumulated properties.

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In reflection on May 10, 2013 at 12:00

Sometimes life gives you lemons. Then you make lemonade. Today, the lemonade is an act of sharing. Three of them.

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The Blue Demon

In reflection on March 24, 2013 at 12:00

In a story I read recently…

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Status update

In address, reflection on February 4, 2013 at 12:00

Dear M.,

I hope this message finds you well. I am sorry I have not written for so long; sorry too we have not seen each other for nearly a year now. Yet I continue to think fondly of you, and the memory of our times together still warms up my heart on cold days. How do you feel about planning our next rendezvous soon? And meanwhile, what about catching up in writing? Read the rest of this entry »

Nuances of normality

In lecture, reflection on February 1, 2013 at 13:04

Whomever has enjoyed my company more than a few times will know I have a particular sensitivity to the adjective “normal” when used to qualify human behaviour. However, until today, I was at a loss when asked to properly explain why it grates me so much.

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