an excerpt from a conversation:
As for your house analogy, may I introduce the concept of gradual stiffening. In it, a home is built in
relation to a place.
It takes a while.
First, you find your spot, and sit. For a long time. What do the land and the sun, your neighbors, the
traffic outside and your gut tell you about your home in your space? Then, after a lot of listening,
choose the spot that makes your heart sing, 'I'm home!'
Then put down a foundation, or up a roof, in that singing space. Or maybe just a post or a door, as
little rigid structure as you feel is necessary to establish your home space.
Resume sitting. Listen. Feel. Intuit.
The rest of the process comes from that. The next gradually stiffened step may just as likely be your
desk or favorite chair as a wall from your single post, or the placement of your picture window. Each
intuited choice generates the next. (And hopefully it doesn't rain too much before you intuit and build
a roof. But it might. That's okay. It's real. It's just water.)
The trees place the chair, the hills a wall, and the sun a door, the door your sink, the sink your coffee
cup... Right out of your own listening and intuitive agency comes your home. Fully in and of its world.
It is authentic and real and yours and the land's. Of course there are other limitations. But things like
money, the limitations of physics, and especially zoning laws and building codes have no place in a
love letter, especially a love letter to an anarchist (though the laws of physics are difficult to subvert).
These are only barriers to intuition and ideation, boundaries to agency.