Dallas Dodecahedron Daze Days

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I recently spent a week at my son's campground in the countryside outside Dallas.  While there, I was elated to espy a sizable dodecahedron made of twelve substantial wooden panels tightly wrapped in brown, buff leather.  It had been constructed by a local artist about a dozen years ago.  

Contemplating that cosmic shape, it brought back all those vibrant discussions of geometry, linguistics, and metaphysics from a year and a half ago.  Esthetically and intellectually satisfying to commune with my old friend the dodecahedron, I fell into a reverie beneath those shaggy-scraggly-barked eastern red cedars that seemed to draw me up into their spreading branches that connected to the universe emanating from the dodecahedron that I held at my waist.

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  1. Viseguy said,

    January 28, 2026 @ 6:21 pm

    The dodecahedron as madeleine! Proust would approve….

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