Yet how we see and order ourselves for knowing, seeking, balancing.
Complexities compounding. Still a yearning for an inkpot. When pink turns to blue and the blackness resides as a happy place. As when the Tao ran away, black meant to settle. Stagnate for a while, only myself to be the turn. Find an eye.
Maybe the only eye I needed was to confirm does the bacteria Bacillis reside between the chlorine and natural gas line.
Why does scarlett fever streptococcus get thrown around as an intergenerational learning curve.
How much of that one bacteria chain stuck to a certain gas that once filled the paperbark of the ancient Melaleuca quinquenervia trees?
Superior to inferior. We teach to grow into a knowing both are necessary.
All I can confirm I trust one of these books not the other two, too much of an I am well you are not I must guide you to wellness with my ching. Or jing?
When maybe the well that led to the cauldron fed a dependancy to what was needed to be deemed as superior to survive? Yet no longer feeding survival, an entrapment instead?
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