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Your pal, Jess
Ladies- I'm a single, straight, virgo/boar INTJ (age 45) who enjoys books, getting out into nature, music, and daily exercise.

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Here's a quote from Fyodor Dostoevsky to start things off right: Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

a meditation

a brief reflection

Just sitting, breathing, open -listening, the traffic rolls by, engines idle, the refrigerator hums,.. (re: interacting with the stuff in my room, after looking at items) So many possibilities, to hold in mind all at once? easier to forego such a mental requirement, forego a tally of such magnitude, and simply be.  Time passes- there is no need to do one thing more than another, or to do anything at all.  Productivity, efficiency, progress toward mastery- a sea of library books, wikipedia articles, radio stations, youtube videos, cd's and magazines and movies; and, of course, relationships- bars, okcupid profiles, paid dating websites/apps, the student body of the nearby university, and of course my family and friends.  It's overwhelming, really.  I also want to be healthy and sane: gym membership, home exercise, trying different modes of employment, pursuit of the almighty dollar (is the lottery EVER worth it?).  Every ticket I buy spawns a routine of imagining winning, and what I would spend it on.  I suppose it can be a fruitful exercise.  You live until you die, is the only way to stay sane, sings the song.  Noise and fury, signifying nothing, wrote Shakespeare.  Well, I turn 45 soon.  I look forward to my next 45!  What will happen?  Where will it lead?

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