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Maybe this is a least as big a deal as the continuum which Cantor proved, in the diagonal argument, was not countably infinite.

Here you can’t even tell when or where to begin counting.

Is this some kind of joke?

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How about when possibilities are endless so long as love is not in question?

Suppose if I flirt with her all is lost, but an opportunity for a job is open, or a sale is, or something I want to know she might tell me.

Suppose I turn the conversation to ancestry?

Maybe to my grandmother’s friendship with her grandmother.

So here possibilities are still endless from pictures to homesteads to grandmothers’ old boyfriends or ex husbands or...

Even when love is not in question.

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Think of all the ways there are endless possibilities:

If not for a love affair, then for what?

How about simply for a salsa business?

Flavors?  Canning?  Sales?  Distribution?

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The possibilities are endless for common ground.

They can make for the excitement of a love affair.

The lack thereof can run one into nothing at all.

Indifference to whatever…

 

("I don't care what you do; I don't care no more.")

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“Apricot salsa.”

The Bible says that the word is the life and light of men.

Something like that somewhere in John 1.

Maybe I can get her to go to church with me on Sunday.

I have not been in ages, but she might go.

Who is the old gal with the organic garden down there?

Old Sarah.

She liked me when I was little. She might get to talking with her while I get coffee.

Hell, I might even make the coffee.

( …and the darkness comprehendeth it not?)

The possibilities are endless.

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"Heavenly."

A little strong for a goat.

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“You know, that salsa, that apricot salsa there. That looks interesting.”

“I love it.”

“It sounds heavenly. What do you like it best with?”

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So I am a bit strapped here. There is doubt as I move about in her presence.

Sartre is much closer here with what he calls the look.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Being_and_Nothingness

He sees it as ontological. I don’t need to.

I know this non ontological  look:

Of a woman, puzzled maybe, bemused; holding me for a moment; all this is at my expense and she knows it but maybe not quite why.

Brief salvation may lie in this.

Ground here, if I am good.