T he fool is truly alone, without one friend or even enemies. Too much, obviously. I'm inaccessible, even to myself. I am gone even more than before. Elders repeat the lesson youngsters don't always hear the first time, preoccupied with their immortality.
Language manipulates reality, reality masks illusion, illusion explains language.
Truly domesticated, housework, the stage for my ruminative meditation. I'd be dead by now if I weren't so much alive. Herein lies the terror. Taken for granted, what is granted, this daily bread of life. I don't have to answer that.