Today is the time of surrender. I accept everything but the authority of things. But everything reminds me of it. And so my new desire is to light a candle and to watch it going to the end. And my new hobby is to watch empty clam shells and drying seaweed on the beach.
Nobody makes a big deal of simple natural things.
Even I am not myself, at least today, at least I am not feeling so. We cast a dice And break the mold, instead of breaking the dice. When you meditate, it is wasted. The amebic light of the freshly decembered year starts swelling again with the young timid buds. It is time to look inside the dark ideas forever caged in the lines of pages, to inspect and classify them, and when the calendar beeps again, start a new cycle of observations on the circular motion of the sun stirring up the collisions of thoughts.