If I had more leisure I would write a bitter-sweet reflective sonnet about an apparent but illusory in the world but not of the world contradistinction. Luckily for you I am too busy and have to crack on with work and earning a living.
Laters.
I wait patiently, with no urgency. I have been granted all the time there is. I do not try to make anything of what I see. I hold no expectation or assumption that I know anything at all.
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