from the looks of me, and from my own language, people assume I meditate. people will assume a great many things, don’t we all. or we derive, and the nature of the derivation is what’s true, stuff the content. Again it becomes about the container, or the shell of the act that determines its direction, how hard it is to steer a drill, so you learn, once you turn it on. anyhow I wish I did, but instead it’s something less simple, less elegant, a cornucopia of tools and summoning the right one when, well, another healing process.
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