I like a nice clean slate, one that you earn with hard work and tender keeping knowing a slate can not stay clean without rigorous care and no slate is ever clean when we get it.
We toil with the trouble to make a clean spot knowing free will runs the big show as the mud splashing as the waters fall from the heavens or streams of runoff waves forming contours in the clay spiraling sideways as its it’s knowhow.
In truth free will gives us one choice move after another but only one at a time in how we move. It’s a dance with the rest of humanity and you have to decide where to put your next foot, ש or ש.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
When you learn the dance and achieve good order it becomes effortless unless someone joins the party and decides there’s going to be a breakdance competition.
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