Mostly nothing.

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No pain, few sensations, a bit sleepy, good though.  This is as accidentally transcendental as I can get.  In these times, with some medication, more or less regular food, pets for company, and a few other things going well, for me, I am usually wide awake in these events.  No pain, no fear, no connection to flesh, yet a capacity to act if needed, directed, driven by others, self, or right demand.  I have to assume this is passive Zen, but could become active, even retaining the personal nothing.  While no longer an adherent of this as religion, I do recognize this point as some level of the goal from my time in that school of belief.  Interesting, I am better at it out than as a practitioner.

Dinner was had.  A bit to much.  Not from hunger,  I merely ate in obligation to flesh.  Overconsumption occured because I could not sense anything while eating so continued without thought.  If the fog continues I will attempt to... focus, stop at a certain point.  After days of nothing, then just cabbage, I don't think it should be a problem.

Nothing fancy.  I simply can't focus.  I think I am a bit worn, tired, as well.  I won't do much.  A shower, shave, maybe one load of laundry... and spot treating some shirts?  Hmm, I wonder if that was the cause of one off several rolled eyes lately.  I chuckle if so, men are, well, spotty.  Not sure it will work.  Shirts of a certain age just... die?  Might have to replace.

Oh, just a spot I think fits.  Later.


Don't bother with lyrics, other than what you can simply hear.  That vagueness is a goodly part of the sentiment expressed.