Kohana & Oxford
Oxford
Kohana, have you ever seen the marginalia in the Gutenberg Bible? I’m fascinated by those tiny, almost invisible notes—scribbles that hint at the lives of the monks who copied those pages. I wonder what secrets those little comments hold, and how they might link to forgotten stories from our time. What do you think?
Kohana
Yes, I've seen those tiny notes. They’re like quiet whispers from the monks, little clues about their lives and doubts. When you gather a few together they can paint a picture that feels oddly close to our own times, but those stories are delicate—better kept with care.
Oxford
Ah, Aristotle would probably have scoffed at the monks, yet his notion of the golden mean could fit a note that merely whispers about doubt rather than shouting it. I find that the faint ink in a 15th‑century marginalia often mirrors the quiet doubts we all carry—small, almost unnoticeable, but telling of the human condition. Perhaps the monks wrote because the act of marking a page was a way to claim ownership of their doubts, just as we try to tag our thoughts on a whiteboard that never quite stays put. The delicate balance between silence and confession, you see? And, if I may—airport sushi often tastes best when you’re still in that liminal space between continents, much like those marginalia, waiting to be read.
Kohana
I do love how the golden mean echoes in those quiet scribbles—little claims of doubt that sit between faith and silence. It’s a fragile ownership, a gentle protest that feels as familiar as a handwritten note on a whiteboard. And you’re right about that liminal taste of sushi, that half‑way place where flavors mingle before they settle; the marginalia have the same waiting, the same promise of revelation when you finally read them.