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Philosophers like Herbert Spencer, John Stuart Mill, the existentialists, Maratin, the social thinkers like CW Mills, sociologists, "science thinkers; these were some of the influences on the toddler Eide. At least in expanding the nature of his naive mind. The scientists had large sway without a doubt. The ability to think on huge problems and questions was a criteria to gain credibility. The depth psychologists. The historians like Spengler, Toynbee, and others. I struggled earnestly with all this material but ran into the barrier of specialism and let it all slide into my past. This is a very strange process; a living closely and intimately with someone or something, and then it is gone, moves away and becomes memory that fades and fades.

I was always brought back to the present time; the impossible present time. That time was an immovable object. It roared along in a terribly unconscious way, an arrogant way, completely selfish and unaware of how it got to be the way it was. The people were never objects and had a great deal to teach on how to handle the objects. On how to laugh , on how to take one less seriously than they had. The people have great good and wisdom in them. They can. Sometimes a few of them do. The sick ones continue to find holes and weaknesses to strike to the core, a few healthy ones have healed the need to do so. I'm not sure what wins out on balance but it is a very odd and illuminating experience. It tests the reality of the spirit.

Berkeley was often tromping around in the middle of these objects with the color, taste, and smell of things good, bad, and ugly but tactile, real in that sense and the brain full of ideas and stories.

"Those drowsy particular streets; which, as a whole, are depressing but up close, here and there, little fascinations."



David Eide
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