It cannot begin with yelling. But if it does, you should know that soon things will change. Soon, all the anger in the world will hold no sway and some will only bleat openly into the wind. At the wind. With the wind.
A small egg bearing the largest chicken. What is it, dear chicken, that you have to bring forth? Is it not what you thought it would be? Has it been ill prepared for, or lacking in consideration? Long thought, the discussion ends with oneself full circle. The ends meet and there is wholeness. Wholeness abounds where nothing lacks, where the sun shines equally upon the parts that run ragged all features of solitude, and wipe clean the slate of good fortune.
In a rumbling automobile I can hear each part performing its task. They all make some sound or other. I hear, discern and know them all. One more skill couldn't hurt.
You look different today. Is it possible that you're going through something? Through it? Not merely by it or around it, but straight through the muggy whatsitcalled. I'm glad for you. You do look taxed, but you are looking, and so you shall find.
Ring.
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