Everything is Yin and Yang, except when it is morphing, and it is always morphing. Like plucking a molecule from a pot of slurry, we cannot. Here’s your spoon.
The Middle has slipped so far right that the left is the middle and the right is out of sight. Screaming at it won’t bring it back. Finding center comes from calming the fuck down, dammit.
No traction on a Glass mountain.
Steep glass offers no holds. Slip and crash to the ground. Now injured in traction. The insurmountable glass mountain prevents a climb, and without a climb, no slide.
Out of the heat. Into a cool rainy place. Woods. Desire fulfilled.
A walk in the woods. Gingerly, with a cat.