{"id":2485,"date":"2006-07-24T19:37:38","date_gmt":"2006-07-25T02:37:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/?p=2485"},"modified":"2026-01-21T16:43:14","modified_gmt":"2026-01-22T00:43:14","slug":"a-line-is-a-dot-that-went-for-a-walk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/2006\/07\/24\/a-line-is-a-dot-that-went-for-a-walk\/","title":{"rendered":"A Line Is A Dot That Went For A Walk"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>A Line Is A Dot That Went For A Walk<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Each day brims with dots rivaling the stars<br \/>\nand bursts. Millions pursue me as I await<br \/>\npenetration, integration, creation.<\/p>\n<p>A dot is an adventure contained<br \/>\nwithin infinite boundaries.<br \/>\nThe mystery blooms, the line emerges: here,<br \/>\na rigid, attentive marching row of Marines,<br \/>\nthere a meandering rivulet of rain,<br \/>\nsometimes wavering and shaking like a drunk,<br \/>\nother times oozing blood-viscous. The hand<\/p>\n<p>takes no heed of the mind&#8217;s instruction. It is a<br \/>\nwayward teenager determined to discover itself.<\/p>\n<p>We walk slowly over the page; it is meditation,<br \/>\na masterpiece of attention. <\/p>\n<p>We whirl, sometimes a writhing orgy of squiggles,<br \/>\nsometimes a jagged clash of angles. Each journey,<br \/>\nunrepeatable.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Line Is A Dot That Went For A Walk Each day brims with dots rivaling the stars and bursts. Millions pursue me as I await penetration, integration, creation. A dot is an adventure contained within infinite boundaries. The mystery blooms, the line emerges: here, a rigid, attentive marching row of Marines, there a meandering [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[218,24,28,215],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2485","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-aenigmas","category-arts","category-humanities","category-poetry"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2485","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2485"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2485\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10347,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2485\/revisions\/10347"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2485"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2485"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2485"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}