Unformed ideas flash momentarily and leave a long after-image. A school room, a schoolhouse hall. But there are unspoken ideas, fully formed yet buried beneath emotion and confusion.
Five years, ten years-- these are not lifetimes. Live with intensity but the facts do not change. Anything and nothing happens, as days are measured out. Some live for attachments that will not be, grasp at pleasure, pain, joy, anger, resentments, truths, lies-- real or imagined-- as if these phantoms exist perpetually.
There are times when the only reasonable and appropriate act is condemnation of ignorance, apathy, imitation and self-indulgence. People who have nothing, as well (and as likely) as those of material wealth, will choose to remain in darkness, as is their right. The former will do everything possible to appear to be the latter, but it is an intolerable spectacle.
Lao Tsu, it is said, disappeared into mountain mists.
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