I saw her studying at her desk through the window. Her blonde hair stood out. A wave of emotion flowed through me — washing away my melancholy. I didn't have a say in how I felt, I just let the feelings flow. I wasn't too sure how she felt about me, I wasn't worried either. Was it the woman, this woman, who triggered something deep within me, or was it something deeper? I don't know, I accepted my blissful state of ignorance. I saw her walk outside to refresh her mind. My mind was starting to rev up. Then something changed. A tremendous thumping reverberated in my chest. I wanted to talk to her; so I walked outside. Bravely, I walked through the glass doors. She sat alone with her phone and vape. I turned and said: 'Hello, hey, do you remember me?'. 'Yes, I do,' she said. 'Well, I'm the one who gave you that note,' I stated with surprising confidence. She remembered, half-laughing, with a smile dancing upon her countenance. 'That note made my day,' she said. I inwardly smiled. Her face looked different up close. She became more beautiful the closer you were allowed to her. She had gumption and wit. We talked about a range of things: psychology, music, tinnitus. Then I walked away thinking — that's how beautiful things manifest in the world. Through acts that treat someone as an end and themselves, not a means. A person doesn't exist to satisfy a whim. They are a small and irreplaceable chunk of the universe. And yet, neither of us was perfect. But, at that very moment, nestled in space and time, a semblance of perfection arose. A synergy. I held tight to it, as tight as one ever could, but then I let go, and with a deep breath, I returned to the realm of the living. That's what women do to men. They transport them back into the lost rooms of an inner realm. A place most fear to tread.
Moss
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When a superior man hears of the Tao — he immediately begins to embody it.
When an average man hears of the Tao — he half believes it and half doubts it.
When a foolish man hears of the Tao — he laughs out loud. If he didn't laugh, it wouldn't be the Tao.
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