September 14, 2010 at 8:10 pm 4 comments

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all better trilaterating

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  • 1. Barry Briggs  |  September 14, 2010 at 8:14 pm

    Me, too!

    I think.

    In any case, I’m pretty certain that I’m not Joanne Tolkoff.

    • 2. joannetolkoff  |  September 14, 2010 at 8:32 pm

      That’s a relief. At least I know you are not me. I think.

  • 3. Barbara  |  September 14, 2010 at 11:59 pm

    In the end (and beginning) aren’t we all just as much Joanne Tolkoff as we are anything else? Why does my name make me more me than me without a name?

    • 4. joannetolkoff  |  September 15, 2010 at 1:47 am

      Theoretically, we are all one and there is no me or you. Even if I could live in that state of acceptance more frequently, I would still feel like I inhabited this body as the story Joanne. Or, I can’t imagine it because it is outside the mind’s fortress.


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