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i wish you could hear the echoes of how i breathe, the way the song makes it way into the back of my head and comes out in my tongue, the way my car licks the road, and trees plant directly into the root of the earth that is also the root of my heart
i wish you could hear the way moonlight echoes even in the day, even in the day, the lunar moonlight sings its conscious song, every crevice of reflected light reminds me of night, like my memories of being by the pacific ocean by moonlight live on in them https://t.co/izi5Ovp66F
it is nothing grand, it is no peak state; it is pragmatic, pure pragmatism. it is the way my brain computes. it is the way i fit into the larger structure of the world. i suppose that is what some call that the dao
it's no peak state. it's my friend. it's how i know to survive in this world. it's how i know in the hollows of me, i will listen to me. it's how i sense the world and keep me safe https://t.co/Xd7tw8AWCQ
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cognising about the world with the body of the world means becoming inseparable the world its cries, you hear. your cries... it hears https://t.co/Na8zE2kyq2