an other stream amid other streams
From the deck I watched Sun rise up from the bed of the distant horizon. Shaking off the blanket of clouds Sun rose to a new day... new because it's another day. Another is not quite the same as what came before. That's why it's an other. Without others life is lifeless. So how do we get others to make our life not lifeless? Any other needs an other. This is basic. Even mind needs other to distinguish its presence from an other... mind or not.
Others are different from each other. Others are not one, other than a collective union of others seeking out each other from the smother of another's unlike the each other recognizing one another over the others. Others are what this (not another) is not. Others is not them and not really me. Not even you is other than what is not you. Other is what isn't an other isn't, but what each other is making this other differ from that other.
We can smother under other than that which is not the other. Mother is because an other was creating another mother, father, sister or brother, even if those others are not into creating another other. After all there are more others than we could possibly utter. Who needs all those others other than another that makes our own other significant.
Ah, the significant other! Another other that will utter the mutter that enhances our very flutter, not anothers. Are the collective 'I' one another or a collective 'other'? I or other, which shall I be..? I cannot become an other but I need another to be this other that I surmise I am. Are you the other or another that requires another other in order to even stutter this other life that resides out of your other-other that is the one that unites each other as one another?
Not important to another, this crazed utter that's bound to butter up an other in order to become another as this other, other than being one that is not an other, requires maybe not you, the other, but finding another other uniting each another into a double other, uniting the finding of another worth the bother of sifting through the gutter of others in order to make one other and an other another - one other other in the endless seam of others living a life that is an other day - one after another, under one Sun of many others giving life to others, one other at a time as we smother each other to uncover another other in a string of another others, other than our own other, which is never the other that we long to discover... another each other to make our other just as necessary as another one another.
Cecil
12 November 2006
an other picture of another flower unlike others like itself
the only other other that i stuttered was another other somewhere amid this other-worldly other Stream... not simply an other but an only other that can't be uttered otherwise.... 
