Intelligence, for me, is not measured in the ability to solve math problems but in the ability to play. Ravens are consummate masters of the art of Joy. They fly like flying is an aerobatic improvisation invented as momentary impulse. Two Ravens riff out a babble of caterwaul & catcall... stop at the apex of a parabola & then free fall for three seconds in a tandem tumble catching themselves when the wind ruffles their feathers. They remind me to deepen my breath & then to just embrace the possibility of possibility. There are no fixed rules in the unfolding of mirth just the allowing of free form to unfold like a flower in time lapse when time stands still.
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