CONVERSATION ONE
You: I haven't seen any insights into life lately from you.
Me: You are right. The writing has been thin.
You: You haven't been writing anything.
Me: I'm in transition and I'm tired.
You: Transition? Tired?
Me: Physically and mentally I am in transit. I am moving from one place to another. I have rented a sparsely furnished apartment. The walls are white and resemble those of a museum without any paintings hanging from them.
You: Are you retreating into your Zen mind?
Me: I wish I could, but my appetites rule me. I am seeking escape from the white noise to a white space. With COVID and Trump, there is too much commotion. I have some hope that with a vaccine and Biden there might be the return to a modicum of normalcy, but my own world has been spinning out of control. As a result of this instability, I am profoundly tired.
You: What is your solution?
Me: Physically, I am turning to long walks and yoga. I can never abandon the joys of beer and wine, but I am consuming less. I don't intend to be a hermit, but there are times that we must realize that we are anonymous individuals and we must accept our meaninglessness. What do we do when we recognize this reality? We retreat.
You: Where do you go?
Me: You take your place in a long line and wait until they call your name.
You: And when they call your name?
Me: You step forward and hope the news is good.
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