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[proximoception]

Our rest is in ecstasy only. What is rest for but to gather new energy? We have experienced that state where all gathers itself anew while still happening, the more happening the more gathered. Even sleep is no leash, but a change of direction, on those nights. Even stillness and silence just flowings of all different clamoring things one direction at once. High summer young nights of the mind in December at noon.