I do not find awe early in the day to be unmanly.
Laughing with children, offering the sacrificial walkabout, taking ones time,
finding respite within the Ultimate
Reality rather than spinning and
rushing in the interminable cyclic end of blind clock age.
Taking one piece here and placing it there - gentle or rough the humble
tool can express without destruction. And the day so spent will make way not
only for itself, but all others! Who should be without?
Everyone knows that there is a time for rest (precisely) because there
are other times where solace can only be found in the excitement of the
hunt
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That is sheer literature.
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