What image you paint of your mind blank? Look at the gap, put up the palette - there's color, put up the brush, catboncino - there are forms, and if you cry anger, resentment, frustration, you choose to feel any emotion at that point, the void, after some second you arrive, clear the echo. What
story goes, if your mind is a line joining point A to point A without travel any distance. There is no story.
O's a little room in the bottom of that empty, small, cluttered with even the most insignificant detail, indeed so cluttered that you can not even move a step. But then you have to get up there through a vacuum without end. What are you doing? Returns?
become a plumber, I tell you.
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