With palms together,
Good Morning Everyone,
Contemplating a blank page
contemplating one's self.
We paint temporary pictures with words:
once drawn, no longer true.
Moving, changing, evolving:
these are words with ground.
Without ground,
no such thing.
So, what is ground?
The philosopher speaks
nonsense.
Go to the bathroom.
Flush the toilet.
Be well.
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