The strange thing about recording thoughts as I drive rather than writing them down is that those words become even more mine, unlike written words, which still have an otherwordliness to them, as if the Dalai Llama or Jesus of Thich Nat Hahn or Gandhi are speaking and I am listening, translating my own understanding as best I can. The voice manifest is still a listening voice, just one that I'm aware of as words that could be spoken as well as written down, and they remain authentic thoughts either way.
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