Which Direction to Dig? (I shall ask my Grandson)

I have made a firm resolve to continue my metaphysical diary, perhaps in the form of a series of consecutive lifetimes.

The way you ask something
Is as important as what you ask.
I am lost in my handwriting
Thinking of what others have said
Ornaments upon the body
To push the feud line (in inevitable directions
Such power in adding an e
Spelling it with an x – all simply ink
At first thought, but is not
Is more, is time bulging into the physical world
Cracking inside your walls sending plaster to the basement
An inchworm pulling itself into the future
Emerging from your ear during burial
A y the addition or subtraction of
Can be the difference between a lick
Or a kiss upon a king’s hand
Why do we do and let it be done to us?
At what door do we give over our power of living?
What will the punishment be when I
Ask for it back – pulling it nightly from my dreams
Into the day and standing on the streets
Unable to witness my transmigration as well as
Unable to ride the trains with the rest.

Rain great part of the day which confined me to the house.

An interesting point. Is responsibility, or rather the need to attribute responsibility – the need to have someone to fix it on – at the root of all causal explanation.

Mr. Force and Mr. Laurence came as a committee from the National Institution for the Promotion of Science, and stated that they proposed to hold a meeting of the society on the first Monday, the 4th of January next, when a discourse is to be delivered by Mr. Poinsett. The Society are desirous of obtaining the use of the Hall of the House of Representatives that evening for that purpose and wished me to offer the resolution that it be granted, which I promised to do. They said the Institution was likely to flourish, and that great interest was taken in it by the people here. Mr. Force left with me a memorandum of two books which I borrowed of him more than three years since and which I have not yet returned.