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Six years.

It was 12/23 when I rode wastefully one direction then the other, between the BART to Walnut Creek and Mohammed's corner market, to get that Guan Yin statue or to observe just as hallowed strictures against it. That moment when His Will flowed equally in opposite directions.

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And where did it lead? Guan Yin became the Lo Ji Bo Tat, Logic Queen, the Dialectic Her coursing Prajnaparamita nutrient field. Then from there up-like, Buddha Himself, African ancestors and First Sages, carefully carefully up into 'dieties', you know, not exactly that, but, you know, no they don't 'have energy', no, energy always comes from the same place, but what expression it can crave, then supply, up-style into the Devi, the Tantra, the Yama, as the insights followed that flavor-wheel of Beings and Nothings, engulfing as they do the First Her, day into day, days marking identities and differences among themselves, for themselves.

Until the storage was exhausted.

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Elise pointed out how even a medium-sized new piece meant three hours of rearranging to get it a place. But how to stop? It should have a real stop, not this accidental one, stopping of itself, not abstractly from unrelated constraint. And almost in one day, two months ago, at least I remember the uneventful moment, one morning, a first light, glintful announcement, on the way to maybe brushing teeth...

..."It's Ganesh time."
"Really?"
"Yeah."

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As the scriptures topped out at the Qur'an, the play of not only language but number had defined into a palpable, identifiable nutrient field, a life and a reality and a dwelling, the voice of The Voice, and Our He Who was saying that this is where Idol and Anti-idol were going to meet peacefully, the God of Anti-Idolatry, not as anything to announce to anyone, but, for me, as a culmination of...my, the weight of what there is to culminate...and no one to have Expectation One of any such weights, all just a little bit foil and flutter, but One sees, and responds, always has, but this...I can set down now, take it as a landing place, 'qDhy'ed out for me, a face on it, with whatever humor there might be in that. A Friend. Here. And not that one promised if you '3sh the dhikir', but dhikir in it's fullest swing.

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And right then, Elise has something to tell me. There was a meeting with the contractor and a far-off retrofit has been moved up to almost right now, almost first thing of the new year. Really? And the The He, with that quietness, look around, how perfect, there it is. It will all, *all*, be boxed up. Except for what's almost the full fleet of Winter Semester '17 Ganeshas (who, just saying, is the one invoked when embarking on just such rebootings).

Good reason to call him the Prajnaparamita. Guan Yin and Hegel, GanGanapati and the Qur'an.

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