Ideas are their stories, they are not naked.
Ideas are clothed in the experience and languaging of those that give voice to them. Ideas are made of relationships, they travel on and through relationships. They are not smooth bullets flying through the air, they are encounters aggregating between us, the land, our art, other ideas…
To separate ideas from the relationships in which you, or I find them is to strip them of their vitality.
Ideas are not just dangling, they are living in particular spices, brewed in their own sauce of our hurts, our glee, our unique searching.
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We can say that it is impossible to trace the origin of an idea, and that is no doubt true.
But you know where you met, and that meeting is something not to be erased. The meaning of the idea to you is shared in the way you share it.