no endlessness

days are continuous. nights left awhile ago. a stolen night, one last weekend in another town, in a hotel: it’s about surreptitiousness, laughing, serious talk, and settling some things. time seems to be going so fast now. there is no endlessness anywhere, except in the challenges that humans apply to each other’s survival. trapezoidal .ram files drill cauterized holes in between neural target groups. and I get tired. teaching seems ended for the year, none too soon. ran out of steam (what about a sauna?). but the interaction seems to bear fruit. I look around at those who are collecting around me, and they are beings of Lightness, of energy, and of generosity.