Imagine a hand in your hand, or the absence, and how that absence can make the day so goddamn long. How the holding of this hand makes it so we don’t notice how empty these holdings will end up being. The depth of human understanding is a joke not told enough. To listen and hear, with notice in the air, to look for the improbable light of love, for that fact of unity, despite the outcome, to find and cherish it’s very nature. So, let us do our best, and let us take our risks, only to hope for a gardener with some sense and a kind hand.
In the meantime, quit being so overly fucking dramatic and listen to The Ether Staircase’s excelent new tape, Aether 6:
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