There's a new myth written every hour. This one says a recluse doesn't avoid
people. Hermits avoid one person. That which looks like me.
Sure, there's a con-artist born every minute on the way. But there's
only one way. That is my way.
Listen. I add my poem to the cairn. Basically there's view
and source. And one step at a time.
Only follow this way until you see your own sign. Mountains and
rivers. Sunrise sunset. Consciousness speaks to the child.
Real deconstruction isn't nihilistic. True north isn't east
or west. Go visualize the sun.
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