21.2.17

The unknown is a place where the mind no longer functions, usefully, it can only fret, and worry, and pine, and moan, and generally slow things down, which it loves to do, gives it a spiteful sense of control, and, so, the only way to function, adequately, in the unknown, is with spirit. So, given that death is the great unknown, and given that death is the only inevitable in life, beckons us all, we suggest just a smidgen of work on the spirit before you pop your veritable clogs.

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