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a confusing swirl of opinions and heavy smog lead to a minor breakdown and a major re-think of values, priorities, and faith. all things to create new strength, and energy for the creation of something honest and real. building mountains on your pathway, means you'll eventually have to climb them. but the view from up there... let me tell you... spectacular, if you"re not afraid to fall. ah, that damned demon. fear keeps us all from the glow. keeping a humble ear to the ground to hear the sound of your own, approaching footsteps. this is the trick. cheek in the dirt. quiet and patient. train on tracks somewhere. light hooves on a hill somewhere else. but where are you? in the end a boat floats in all the uncried tears. after you've melted into memory and then past that even. you were after all a mild glimmer. better to believe that these moments here and now are the blessing. an urgency to be present. i've been thinking lately to build a tower of pianos. cheap, old, unloved pianos. from the buy and sell rags. stacking them carefully on top of one another. oh babylon. this tower would wave in the breeze. and as you climbed higher, the music you would create with the careful steps of your feet on the way up, arbitrary notes from feet on keys, would be the anthem of your ascent...