We sleep and our spirits converge; we awake and our bodies open
outward. We give, we receive, we act, we construct; all day long we
apply our minds to struggles against one thing or another--struggles
unadorned or struggles concealed, but in either case tightly packed one
after another without gap.
The small fears leave us nervous and depleted; the large fears leave us
stunned and blank. Shooting forth like an arrow from a bowstring; such
is our presumption when we arbitrate right and wrong. Holding fast as if
to sworn oaths: such is our defense of our victories.
Worn away as if by autumn and winter: such is our daily dwindling, drowning us in our own activities, unable to turn back.
this passage goes well with ketamine. The whole book does.
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