The Good Fortune of Material Existence
Without bringing any more people
into the planning loop, I have decided to have breakfast. I have made cautious inquiries, and finally learned it is Thursday. My attention sets out in a cheerful mood on a memorable expedition to the sink. Oh blank and hopeless days! Oh long sleepless nights! They are forgotten now as I turn on the cold clear water of the stream. All the rivers of the world convene in me. They rush over my hands, they enter my mouth, they cover my face. I am compelled to drink my own tears, as you too will be when you wake.
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