Yesterday I rode, then swam. Today I rode and lifted weights and rode again. Always in search of a few minutes sleep, never finding it. I do feel on that last and steepest, longest hill up I got close to some endpoint of things, but not yet.
I have my work cut out for me, the 7 days I had left, at least technically, have been cut down to 3, but I think I can do it, no work of art, but a work of adequacy, buying quite a bit of time, a year or two.
Dussehra is particularly appropriate to this point in time, so I wanted to share it.
I mean to discuss a different evil, but then there is you and I. I do not want to be evil, nor do I want to see triumph where compromise is more appropriate.
There is evil in me. Demeaning the person you respect more than anyone else, this would be something that only a sick person would do, and yet I have done it without thinking. I hope I did it without realizing it, at least I hope I started that way.
I'd like to be done lying, that doesn't mean I'm done with love.
I am not going to deny love. When do I find out I am done with love, when does anyone know? Even on our deathbeds we look for a reprieve and if this exercise doesn't kill me, I am not close; nor am I close to giving up.
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