Foucault: don't ask me who I am and don't ask me to stay the same.

-from ___ during our walk on Saturday.

The talk with ___ seemed productive, working towards a unified vision, articulating divisions of investment, becoming more real as it is made visible through our words. I have initiated the conversation but he will begin the action - a nice trade off, two beings acting as one mind.

On Sunday - back in the redwood forest stomping grounds - the conversation with ___ is brought to new heights as we articulate the presence of oscillating simplicity/complexity, the lack of her voice, the oppression of my monologue and the necessity for her insertion of will towards crafting a more reciprocal dialogue. She maintains a reoccurring fallacy describing the naturally divided states of intuition and reason - I'm quick to break it down to a shared ground. We discuss the necessity of rigor, in thoughts and in feelings, the implications of fidelity in both thought and relationships, the move towards "thinking" to move past stagnant "philosophy," and ultimately end upon the challenging and intriguing periphery of my own known conceptions - if we can return here at a later date without her (or I) forgetting everything that built up to it, we will have truly made some powerful strides forward in the mechanics of our exchange! I outline for her how I have refrained/restrained from recording our conversations up until now, but I can clearly sense the encroaching necessity of doing so soon, beginning on our roadtrip, as she will be essential in helping me to illuminate that boundary - between our beings, separating our concept formulas from the dynamic awareness of existence, of the artifice of art and the Art of Living, the opera from the orator.

Dolar's text on the voice is prophetic: so many of my own ideas articulated for me, we anticipate each other - of course this is just in my own mind, but real nonetheless. Remember a podcast story: Japanese families going to a phonebooth in the country to talk to their deceased relatives - to talk to the dead in their own mind. Perhaps Mr. Dolar will be the saving grace of Lacanian analysis for theater/cinema/etc.