I hold the stone and it is hard to concentrate. I blame the stone.
If I am not concentrating on the stone, where am I. I look, and see that I am in a vacuum that I have created by a presumed notion of me connected to many things. My anxiety rises as I look for things and do not find them. Then I look to leave the things I have created to be with, the ground or stage that I have made for things to set or act on. But it is all too compelling, even intermission.
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