Notes
Was gonna go up side shit but there is now a small "lake" to cross at both ends and maybe I will another day...or maybe I won't. Crossing it today would mean upping something that was already magnificent as it was. That is the illusion of better. Once great things are done...and better is sought and then done...it becomes a chase game...a game I can't win because it all becomes sullied in the end.
Sitting on a rock smelling brut in the air brings me to the place I am as the smell is being perceived...there, nothing else exists. Nothing else is true. And then that too passes. I need not seek to what I already have here now.