Day Two Hundred and Fifty five

I may wish for there not to be time, but I must understand the impermanence of past, present and future in order to experience it. I may wish for release from craving, but I must experience the labors of return after return to concentration of feeling first, so that I have a true port from which to set all of me sail from.

Happiness is usually located in appearances. Why should I leave this sorrow on a ghost ship, with a captain's hat from some fast fish place?