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1 " Something I'm working on, a possibly helpful spell to cast on yourself in adverse environments... Maybe a self compassion spell that might invite the ancient intelligences in their minute plurality to emerge from the tree line. I am alright in the essenceless stream of becomingI apprehend myself actually dancing with amazing terror while driving the shy and alone animal bodyitself imagining the breathing maze of dreaming mirrors it dreams itself lost inNo one could beexpected to do thisproperlyyour body in itssuchness momentarilyin paradise dreamingup all this agonic psychic carnivalia all overagain"as the words rain down"like the feathers of birdsof paradise thatheartbreakingin their nakedindividualityand that incalculablyfine, impossiblynecessary to somereally friendly abyssyou never expected when you were that personsentenced to the futuresyour bad moods subjugated you toendless hotel hallwaysthe room numbers in no orderrealizing you willnever find yours againand that you mustnever stopsearchinglaughing like an infant in a bathtubto enjoy the evanescent cartoon pandemonium of awareness while having kinds of relationshipsWe do fine with our sentience for the most part. Thanks anyway. Void yet appearing overthinking sometimes. "
― Richard Cronshey
