From e0b1c2737397839ff5ba8c129d31baf6f97805fe Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2015 13:10:17 -0700
Subject: Finish linking Elegy, Hezekiah; Rename files

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+title: Proverbs
+genre: prose
+
+project:
+    title: Book of Hezekiah
+    css: hezekiah
+    order: 4
+    next:
+        title: Moving sideways
+        link: movingsideways
+    prev:
+        title: Philosophy
+        link: philosophy
+...
+
+[Nothing matters; everything is sacred.  Everything matters; nothing is
+sacred][sacred].[^1] This is the only way we can move forward: by moving
+sideways.  Life is a great big rugby game, and the entire field has to be run
+for a goal.  The fact that the beginning two verses of this chapter have the
+same number of characters proves that they are a tautological pair, that is,
+they *complete each other*.  Sometimes life seems like a dog wagging its tail,
+smiling up at you and wanting you to love it, just wanting that, simple simple
+love, oblivious to the fact that it just ran through your immaculately groomed
+flower garden and tracked all the mud in onto your freshly steamed carpet.
+Life is not life in a suburb.  [There are no rosebushes, groomed never.  There
+is no carpet, steamed at any time.][rosebush] The dog looks at you wanting you
+to love it.  It wants to know that you know that it's there.  *It wants to be
+observed*.[\^2]
+
+[sacred]: words-meaning.html
+[rosebush]: lovesong.html
+
+[^1]: Thank you Tom Stoppard.  Ha ha ho ho and hee hee.
+
+[^2]: Ah ha!  I knew this was going to happen at some point.  Now things
+    are going to get more interesting because the dog wants what we
+    thought was a bad thing, right?  Right?  Didn't we go through that
+    part about how observing made it impossible to really know anything,
+    and I had to start over because it's really hard to figure out what
+    you're talking about when reality slips out of your hands like a
+    fish, but you're not a cat with claws so it just flops right outta
+    your hand back into the lake.  (By the way, Nirvana is thought to be
+    what a drop of water feels upon flopping into a lake---doesn't that
+    seem important?  Doesn't it seem like a fish and a drop of water here
+    are connected?  It helps, of course, that the fish represents Reality
+    here.)
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