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Wait like an iron (lower case this time) ingot upon the forge for an inevitability -- it doesn't know how to get out of the way I'm saying. Read about it in Zarathustra. Trying to explain why the other mallet striking is a state of being profoundly to be wished. Writing this is a process I have to identify more clearly with says the babe in the woods naif. Talk to Terrance about that experience of serene worry, How can I imagine that I say to myself and drift. Don't treat other people as opportunities to unburden yourself! Hold on to that las floating shard of the ship Identity on the pond of... "Aha, I see!" he exclaims rubbing his fingers with glee or chill. Excitement stirs his being, He tries getting through finally. |