Disarray

The state of my mind is in disarray. Although organization of the mind seems desirable, I don’t desire. I. I. I. I don’t understand I. The seperation between self and I seem clear enough to see. Or is that imaginative? Monks imagine, I think. That long standing wall in front of closed eyes is just a wall. Stupid. That spurt of rightousness was based on conjucture. Stupid.

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