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May 1, 2019
One could say too many, or too little. The matter lives in the middle. You don't see the middle. The middle goes unobserved. Lack of the proper sustenance, too little, or too much, a surfeit of sustenance, or not, leaving the eater bound to a furious wrestling bout with understanding. Why too little? Why too much? Why even ask? There isn't any substance beyond the asking. It's in the middle where the secret lodges, where the asking will find a grounding, where the knowledge gained will be knowledge lost. It all passes thru the middle. You still don't get it.