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thank you for furthering the conversation, WayOfTheSpirit.

after rubbing elbows with so many other zaadzsters here over the past few days, i honestly, genuinely feel that my routine habits of mind are quickly becoming old.

“what is not used becomes obsolete.”

my finger, pressed to the pulse of infinite sadness, is lifting.

the dark and the deep blue are breaking away

and in their stead, a self-changing/world-changing spirit is moving in!

my heartfelt thanks to you all!

a tired, broken, and maudlin old spirit has been living in this house.  he's not moving.  i am not moving out.  i'm changing.

false crest? too soon to tell after being like this for so long?

looks like this mad monk's cell may just be my chrysalis, afterall.

i have recently been reading, lincoln's melancholy, and absorbing, along with the history, the idea that this may just be an enduring part of who i am.  it certainly has been so far!

i also recall the story of john forbes nash, jr., popularised in the film, a beautiful mind, who struggled mightily with “schizophrenia,” having a group of people inhabiting his conscious mind – going “places” and doing “things” – throughout his life.  in some respect, he learned simply “not to pay attention” to this crew of people who were, at times in his life, realer than real people.

for you, it could be as simple as some full-spectrum lights.

exercise is important, too.  here, i tend just to talk the talk, i admit it (workin' on it, like so much else. got the bike out of the shed. that's a step! haven't ridden it yet, but . . ).  still, it's important.  genetically, our bodies are used to toiling. 

and that reminds me of one among michio kushi's (i was a cook once in a macrobiotic restaurant) “exercise” recommendations: “wash the windows.”  chop wood and carry water, eh?  cleaning the toilet can be a balm for the ego, too.  sedentary: bad, bad, bad!