Each person needs to know their own "inner Lake Manasa," as the epic teaches. The epic that resembles
a bloody video game played by teen-agers.
It was to never relinquish the few attributes that matter. And who crushes the attributes were the
enemy. And the loyalty to the few that kept the attributes alive., that was the thing.
Oh to go have a let-loose period where nothing matters but the flow of letters, dancing without a care
across whatever medium is available. It happened in a long ago land filled with boisterous talk and
heavy dreams. Up until the indecisions hit and fractored all intentions into a thousand little vessels.
Did you learn anything there? Were they advocates? Did they take you up a notch? Or was it all onesided?
"I got awful tired of listening all the time."
I keep asking, "what has filled you up since the end?" What nutrient do you still partake of?
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