May Your Root Sink Deeply

Today everything feels alive.

I realized how I am a thin squiggly line. Like andys.blog/usa, I twist and turn amidst a bundle of other strings.

But the one that stands out is me. I keep the reverberating other parts of me contained, in check, subservient to unity. I cannot dissolve.

There is only one way to navigate the polarity of matter, and that's the middle way. For many years, our ancestors have been teaching this wisdom. Seldom do we understand, until we can squish it in our hands and hold it in our bones.

I am a mirror. But although we serve similar functions, I am restless against the placidity of glass. By intersecting with other lines, we can each find ourselves more straight, and more true.

As a masculine tool builder, I have thwarted myself. I only cared to build the best of tools. For if another served the purpose, why would I waste my precious clock?

Today I learned what I learnt from the chaos of history. And that is how an identity inverts.

There is nothing to this trick, and the beauty of it is we all know how. So my precious mirror is mostly for me, but I'll offer it freely to any who wish to play.

I've found that knowing myself is better than knowing the destination.