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Saturday, January 14, 2012
I feel the grip tightening, and I know why the fingers do. Your neurological processes connect to the fingertips, transmit through a fraction of thin air, flows through my arms and seek solace in the experience library in my head.
I understand.
But I will not mould. Because it will benefit neither you nor I, neither in the moment nor the near future. I've been there, seen the devastation, and investigated the cause. All clues led invariably to myself. Learn, because that's all we know. Trust; it's our greatest weapon. It builds a bridge over the Pacific, syncs times across continents, and brings warmth in the winter when the heater is down and we're stark naked.
Then slowly relax the fingers, remove them, and observe the residual marks and bruises. They won't last for long, because I understand.
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