717: the world asks to be seen

the small ache won’t subside the long run of meditation does not thwart it rather rises its bile so the pain is all the more prominent what is to be done with something that’s supposed to be one way yet no matter how you turn it gazing upon its many sides...

713: the world asks to be seen

I attend to the day waking before it was due peeling my limbs from their hovel of blankets long before the night animals have hidden away the bounty due them for their toils of life I know better than to believe as if any other