I like things that make me think.
In the clear night of the nothing of anxiety the original openness of beings as such arises: that they are beings — and not nothing.
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In the Fade: dream log 5.20.2012 →
I was with Cash, Chris, Liz Kramm, Maegan, Steph in the wealthy palisades of DC, where a lot of senators, representatives, officials and the like own homes. it was the dark of night, well past midnight, and we were looking for a place to smoke weed. we crept around a hedgerow and into the…
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