A lot of people.  Wrestling.  Only half chiseled busts in rock.  Empty seats for the on the move.  

  Just as we'd pulled apart frogs and onions with Sister Rose, we dissected everything.

  Work after work.  Rip it apart, analyze, synopsis.  Summarize without commentary.

  Concept after concept.

  The battle between intellectualism and reality....producing debris....

  "We've got cow." Heavies laughing out loud at movie, one line, summing up so much.

  A scramble.  "Shorthanding" long lectures, nausea, vertigo, absolute-ism, extremism, without defending reality, setting, framing

  positing, depositing, repositioning

  I foxholed and caressed Garland and Howell.  All the disciplines were offering something.  And though there was fracturing and split apart, debris and vomit, we'd done it, the world.  Come near each other enough to

  we did prove that, but

  but?

  Ah, but for the responsibility part of degree and license and Sacrament.

  Got it!

  Part of the process in framing involves isolating...a piece, a part, a chunk, the whole damn thing and imagining a pictureframe around it.  We've had serious arguments all along the way.  Few as serious as using metaphor and using overarching description.

  We could see the limits of political process as relationship, for example.  And can rationally understand how oppositional formula is an overarching description.  And positing political process as form to achieve, and so "activism".

 The responses to, then, yeah sure, that matters.