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I am never dissappointed.
Driving for 50 something miles on South Eastern Ontario, I felt about half-empty of thoughts, blood, and gore. My right half near a car window (connection to green trees and blue sky/white clouds) felt too full and rusty.
My left half - lighter than air, lighter than light. No mind. A body beyond minds. A mind beyond everything. A chart on white paper: a black circle in the center of a black circle. A smiling teacher in a healthy classroom. Too late to learn anything now. Just wait.
The end
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