Hellohowareyou & Rights, denied. How how how howls how you, we are not fine. Get used to it, think no help 'cause nothing can be done. Kick balls hole, wrong, not whole (so sure to fear more if so). Get used to it, say no help 'cause nothing can be done but to accept and toy, let go away. Get used to it, do. While children-like whatarethey play kill and die, a hit, Sitting Sh*t praises the or some destroyed dead and suicidal to smell less fake flower today. Something breaks. Better nicer so much better when patience grows and to kill is avoided, even when broken. Ice melts in heart, mind it moves the not too late to beat beat beat beat beat blocks. Build. Something loves, again. This tardigrade love, life brings us again as enemies, friends, and opportunities for equanimity (at best) again love is what keeps us going.
For an image of life and death
consider ice and water
water freezes into ice
ice melts back into water
what dies must live again
what lives is bound to die
ice and water don’t harm each other
both life and death are fine
Han Shan
The Collected Songs of Cold Mountain (Translated by Red Pine)
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