tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post5787500441681204083..comments2024-03-24T17:49:05.886-04:00Comments on The Robert Moss BLOG: Many facesMarcia Mosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04530003059608361331noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-44316456031164368082011-03-09T06:43:40.858-05:002011-03-09T06:43:40.858-05:00Irene - This is another example (for me) of "...Irene - This is another example (for me) of "what the bleep we know that we don't know that we know". You remind me of how I used to smell the little-girl cologne of one of my daughters when she was quite young and living on the other side of the Atlantic, while she would pick up cooking smells from my kitchen.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-36980781340474908962011-03-08T03:28:58.215-05:002011-03-08T03:28:58.215-05:00I like this sculpture. It reminds me that as I wal...I like this sculpture. It reminds me that as I walk around in waking life I often think I see the faces of people I know in the faces of people passing by me on the street. I think I see for example, my sister-in-law Roxane who doesn't live in the same country as me. Not only do I clearly see her face for a fleeting second in another person, but I quite literally feel her presence with considerable certainty. I might even smell her perfume. This situation always happens when I am in motion, usually in busy-busy-gotta-get-there mode. Over the years I've learned to take it as a sign, or even as a secret "texto" from the universe. In which case I will usually contact the person I've perceived or at least connect to them mentally and ask them if they want to talk.Irènehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18298924575240330962noreply@blogger.com