Change of Venue for The Majority

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Today’s meeting was all about the design.  What do we wish to convey?  What do we proudly hail?  What will get people to remember IT well enough to recreate IT when someone holds a gun to their heads?  These questions were not out of the blue, for the research shows that these are the most important factors that followers look for.   

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We have a long road to pave, because within the many concepts we abide by, there is no clear-cut dimension of what best outlines the parameters of IT.  IT is purely subjective.  IT may look different to each of IT’s believers, and for this reason, we do not want to create IT, but rather leave it blank.  By the end of the meeting, this was the overwhelming agreement, not to design IT.

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In time, IT will be known to everyone, disciples and nay-sayers alike.  If we fly them on poles, wave them at parades, and even show them in support, everyone will know who belongs and who to shame.

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Today’s meeting was all about the design, so we forged our signatures and pounded the gavel, IT is done!  We now have a flag of unity.  The cloth which bears nothing.  A white cloth, which when sewn together will blanket and comfort us when we need comfort the most.   IT is the tent in our new tent city. IT is our flag.  The flag of despair, when we signed on the dotted line on the foreclosure application… one will no longer be alone. 

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-dld january 10, 2011-

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ThinkingTen – Plot Thickens, Thursday: A flag

Implied Coffee with Sounds of Percolation, Details To Follow

Leafing through the diary,
I found one date that stood out
It was a long entry, so I grabbed a cuppa and proped the pillows

As I read of the tortured soul of a woman in love,
I noticed a smear
The drop of a tear
Evaportaed, yet distinct in it’s outline
It spoke to me with such clarity,

and of defeat

By page six, I became so embroiled in her affair
Her handwriting was beginning to look like mine
and her words,
I could have spoken
If not for the fact that she was of Mandarin origin
and I, a mere Bhutan refugee’s daughter
Meant not to touch the spirit of such deities,

but, I have

This is when it occured to me
That emotions know no language, and
Certainly do not mark separation of one’s wealth.

~dld October 14, 2010
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T10 Words, Inc., Wednesday:
(1) detail, (2) coffee, and (3) sound