I’m not sure if there’s supposed to be anything momentous about the event, but I’ve been noticing, more and more consciously, that I’m given the appearance of Man.
I looked at a bearded stranger tonight, arms spindly and wagging, balding.
Is there supposed to be an acceptance of this discovery? An epiphany? I find none in the idea, but a more interesting challenge in the practice.
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