Inspired by Sam and Lynn

In their exchange (see the comments) about human being as a site where new wisdom is created, a surprised Sam wrote that he "always looked at it as if [he] were a 'channel' for God's Wisdom."

Even a channel, Sam, creates its own sound--think of the Red River rolling swiftly below the bluffs at Riverby, or the light-hearted gurgle of Navarro Creek, or even a stream of urine piercing the water's surface in the toilet at home.

Once a directee described an image I like: we are flutes channeling the wind of spirit, but our fingering of the holes determines the sound that results.

And that sound doesn't last; created at the intersection of the holy and profane, it wafts into nothingness: no record, no manifestation, no digital code. Here in one moment, gone the next, echoing only in memory.