We live a life of layers... each layer dominating the next, and when that layer is finished dripping, the next smothers it.
Why is it we center our life around survival?
If we are to be wrapped in layers, we cease to know if that next sheet will give us health or give us death. Why worry?
One cannot set a fence or dam to retard the layer from soaking the other. All one can do is watch it, perhaps take notes, and at least attempt an understanding.
Shake and bake... the layers of yourself, and find the pleasure in tasting life.
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