Well, y’all, this one is particularly rough since I’m not drinking alcohol right now — need to reset differently. Funny it’s 11/11 and I often see the party on 11/11/11 as a turning point in Dr. Con’s ‘self’, an oasis found not far away on his map after spending too long in the desert. Some of you were there. Some of you just felt the resonance, saw the sudden appearance of contour lines, reminding you the territory is at least 3D, and following the topology — we ended up here, together, saying “How did we get here?”
Much Love,
Con/Jur/d, 11/11/2021