I called out 
today. Didn't feel like folding clothes when I'd rather be writing.
Felt like writing on the walls.
Felt like writing until my fingers bled.
Now I don't feel like writing, I feel like folding. So I did my laundry. It's still sitting on the floor by my bed.
Now I want to get in a car and drive out west. Maybe Cali....
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today. Didn't feel like folding clothes when I'd rather be writing.
Felt like writing on the walls.
Felt like writing until my fingers bled.
Now I don't feel like writing, I feel like folding. So I did my laundry. It's still sitting on the floor by my bed.
Now I want to get in a car and drive out west. Maybe Cali....
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drpirate:
The inner self is as secret as God and, like Him, it evades every concept that tries to seize hold of it with full possession. It is a life that cannot be held and studied as object, because it is not "a thing." It is not reached and coaxed forth from hiding by any process under the sun, including meditation. All that we can do with any spiritual discipline is produce within ourselves something of the silence, the humility, the detachment, the purity of heart, and the indifference which are required if the inner self is to make some shy, unpredictable manifestation of his presence. Where abouts in Greece? Rhodos? Crete? 
The inner self is as secret as God and, like Him, it evades every concept that tries to seize hold of it with full possession. It is a life that cannot be held and studied as object, because it is not "a thing." It is not reached and coaxed forth from hiding by any process under the sun, including meditation. All that we can do with any spiritual discipline is produce within ourselves something of the silence, the humility, the detachment, the purity of heart, and the indifference which are required if the inner self is to make some shy, unpredictable manifestation of his presence. Where abouts in Greece? Rhodos? Crete? 
howdidigethere:
maybe take the crazy pills