Today has been gray, overcast and muggy, but thankfully not too warm. Funny that the weather sort of matches how I feel, except for the muggy part. I don't know exactly what it is, but it feels fairly on the level, yet somehow I find myself within a gray funk or a murky cloud, not of doubt, but of uncertainty. There is a calm, quiet, nothingness filling me up such that I have become the living form of death.
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How is stillness death? I do not comprehend the connexion.
Stillness is an attribute of life. We say 'calm' and 'quiet' and 'nothingness' and ascribe to them negative connotations.
Enjoy life in stillness :)
Dave:
"Enjoy life in stillness."
I did... and I got lost in it.
"How is stillness death?"
I was going to say that it would be akin to eating only Dark Chili Chocolate for a year ... instead of sleeping... but perhaps that doesn't quite make sense. I will revisit your question at some point.
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