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and suddenly you get that strong urge to fuse into the music and the grass and the trees and the timeless night and the great loneliness that is the universe. and you feel like shutting up, no more faces no more words no more trained forms of being, just the flowing urge in the night.

to be absorbed by an aleph.

but in the end you don't. you say hi again, you get tangled in being |for you|, in others being, in the word. in the no-listening.

and go to sleep, and wake up. repeat.