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Sorry to be so slow to reply; it has been a crazy day in a sleepy town.     Some time I would love to visit B.  Mango trees drooping over what used to be roads; the country reclaiming a city.  Fascinating.   I keep thinking and urging in the threads that people might be able to recover alternative histories if they can piece things together differently, starting with small moments of alternatives, recovering the lives of "what might have been."  So much, as you note, goes to the big scale, oppositional, binary mode of thinking.  Ironic for me to think about changing scales because I tend to think "globally".  But sometimes some things require different scales.  Maybe that's why I can't really be a captain of that vessel in that conversation in the thread that seems to want to go its own way….   What does your voice sound like in your dreams?     I was not sure what I was going to study at HU.  I was admitted to Mount Scopus, but instead went to live on a kibbutz.  It was a good choice in retrospect; I was too confused.  I had no voice….   A big hug from the winter,   Jeremy