2012-0-06 2nd journal, Mayan day 10 CrocodileTranscript http://www.scribd.com/doc/81890261Intro:I keep being driven to write, but don't know what to say. Am I a conversation in search of a partner for it? I don't know – I really don't. Sure, it would be nice if there were lots of people I felt comfortable to converse with. That would be grand. That's more likely got to await the full or fuller coming of the new age that's dawning, here, though. Once we all awaken communication will be quite another thing than it is, now.Today, we seldom really communicate – what I would call communicate. Sure, we talk. We make noises with our mouths, we write down little squiggles that we know how to make sounds to go with, but what is all of that, ultimately? Does it really communicate? I'd say no – very seldom does that happen.Instead, we just bounce ideas around. Often enough we feel that we understand someone or something that's been said, but that is hugely just a mental understanding. I don't call that real communication.Oh, it's useful, sure. I'll give it that. And we all need it. I'm not denigrating the usefulness, even necessity of being able to do this. I'm just feeling so alone in the midst of it. All this endless communication running around everywhere – the Internet brimming over with it – and seldom a real conversation to be had... Less