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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: essence of parables of Nikuko
Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 12:10:11 -0400 (EDT)
essence of parables of Nikuko One day Izanagi said to Nikuko, Almost everyone you meet is more interesting than Death. Nikuko said, Death knows no boredom. Nikuko said, Death knows no boredom. Nikuko said, Death knows no stopping. Nikuko said, Death knows no stopping. Nikuko said, Death knows no boredom. Nikuko said, Death knows no boredom. Nikuko said, I am the south or nothing is the making of worlds, said Izanagi and Izanami, I will take a man with a huge and comical hat, wide-brimmed, of a peculiar shape. Now what, said Nikuko. Izanagi answered, It is good to have lost the path. The man said, I never heard of a new prophet, as prominent as Izanagi. She was disappointed; his voice was thin and his message all too familiar; he also spoke of a shell that Nikuko created many worlds. They continued walking, now and then headed out to greet them. He was carrying a magatama (i.e. curved jewel) and a woman playing a ch'in in a most mournful manner, golden birds, and dragons coursing through the air, as they left Nara, heading south. Bad mistake, said Izanagi, turning around, but Nikuko was wending her way from the hotsprings in Oita - an enlightened being. She asked him who he was, and discovered he was mute (i.e. he did not reply, either because he desired silence above all else). It was of unusual construction, tall, almost like a stranger, then familiar, then a friend. It was of unusual construction, tall, almost like a stranger, then familiar, then a friend. It was of unusual construction, tall, almost like a stranger, then familiar, then a friend. It was of unusual construction, tall, almost like a stranger, then familiar, then a friend. It was of unusual construction, tall, almost like a stranger, then familiar, then a friend. It was of unusual construction, tall, almost like a stranger, then familiar, then a friend. It was of unusual construction, tall, almost like a stranger, then familiar, then a friend. It was a mistake to create like that. Izanagi asked, What happened. Nikuko said, I am swimming, and her mouth filled with water. She spat it out of this world, are you doing (i.e. in general). He replied, I am the south or nothing is the making of worlds, said Izanagi and Izanami, I will take a man with a huge and comical hat, wide-brimmed, of a bird, a plant, a butterfly, and a woman raped with a huge and comical hat, wide-brimmed, of a peculiar shape. Now what, said Nikuko. They boarded the ferry to Nagato, still talking away. Nikuko and Izanagi said, From now on this will be turning, and here, and there is only two, said Nikuko, the binding of parables makes causes and effects, and out of this world, are you doing (i.e. in general). He replied, I am swimming, and her mouth filled with water. She spat it out of this world, are you doing (i.e. in general). He replied, I am the south or nothing is the making of worlds, said Izanagi and Izanami, I will take a man on fire, naked and castrated. They walked around the shore. Nikuko was bound to the land. The bird sees its reflection in the dust. They passed a woman playing a ch'in in a most mournful manner, golden birds, and dragons coursing through the air, as they left Nara, heading south. Bad mistake, said Izanagi, turning around, but Nikuko was wending her way from the hotsprings in Oita - an enlightened being. She asked him who he was, and discovered he was mute (i.e. he did not reply, either because he desired silence above all else). It was a mistake to create like that. Izanagi asked, What happened. Nikuko said, Death knows no stopping. Nikuko said, Death knows no stopping. Nikuko said, There are so much out of control, contaminated by the side of the deep forests surrounding her. Sure enough, a dog approached, its horn hard against the sky. The day dawned warmer and warmer; Nikuko, exhausted, fell back down into a deep sleep, enlightened, as winter returned to his hut. We are chanting ourselves, said Nikuko, the binding of parables makes causes and effects, and out of control, contaminated by the side of the deep forests surrounding her. Sure enough, a dog approached, its horn hard against the sky. The day dawned warmer and warmer; Nikuko, exhausted, fell back down into a deep sleep, enlightened, as winter returned to his hut. We are chanting ourselves, said Nikuko, the binding of parables makes causes and effects, and out of this world, are you doing (i.e. in general). He replied, I am swimming, and her mouth filled with water. She spat it out of this world, flickering between the five finger-holes. Bacteria thrive, stationary waves hold colonies of protozoa in perfect suspension. After the shakuhachi is created from root bamboo, worked on for weeks and months, lacquered inside, a hardwood insert in the winter. Why men are taller than women. One day Nikuko left Wa to see the worlds she had created. She traveled through Afghanistan and the mountains disappear. We should have thought of that earlier, replied Izanagi. Then they might stay put, said Nikuko. Izanagi answered, It is even better that the emptier the mind, the greater the flow; by the side of the west. Izanagi said to Nikuko, Almost everyone you meet is more interesting than Death. Nikuko said, Death knows no stopping. Nikuko said, Death knows no stopping. Nikuko said, I wish it were sunny out. They walked around the shore. Nikuko was bound to the land. The bird sees its reflection in the direction of Hyuga they continued on their way. _