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Food is an important axis for exercising control — having some area within this enormous random universe in which we can decide yes or no and how. I'm ritualistic about food — what I have for breakfast, the times during the day at which I eat, what I have for my afternoon snack. And fasting on some weekends. It's a battle between me and me.
I Ching, finally
26 September 2020 18:24it's been a while since I threw one, and ... something's different this time ... (and it's not just the awesome coins I bought)
it's what I said about how we should be able to describe our problems in one sentence, none of this TL;DR crap
so, I'm Fire above Air, moving toward Mountain above Air,
one source says The Cauldron moving toward Arresting Decay, which sounds quite ominous,
another, more traditional and authoritative source says Establishing the New moving toward Remedying,
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There's definitely been fire above the air. Physically, there's been smoke up there. But also, much of my life has burned away.
After the fire is finished, we still have the ground upon which it burned. I still have my ground. My mountain, floating in the sky, now burned, but the mountain remains.
I'm still me. Still here. For now. The fire burns my hair, but it grows back. It singes by fingernails, but my fingers remain. I do not relent. I continue moving forward. I am more powerful than I know.
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine,
it's what I said about how we should be able to describe our problems in one sentence, none of this TL;DR crap
so, I'm Fire above Air, moving toward Mountain above Air,
one source says The Cauldron moving toward Arresting Decay, which sounds quite ominous,
another, more traditional and authoritative source says Establishing the New moving toward Remedying,
-----
There's definitely been fire above the air. Physically, there's been smoke up there. But also, much of my life has burned away.
After the fire is finished, we still have the ground upon which it burned. I still have my ground. My mountain, floating in the sky, now burned, but the mountain remains.
I'm still me. Still here. For now. The fire burns my hair, but it grows back. It singes by fingernails, but my fingers remain. I do not relent. I continue moving forward. I am more powerful than I know.
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine,
