“May the warm winds of heaven blow softly upon your house. May the Great Spirit bless all who enter there. May your mocassins make happy tracks in many snows, and may the rainbow always touch your shoulder.”

― American Indian Cherokee Blessing

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The weight of dialogue and the complexity of words end up going from white to black, from conceptual to practical 

In place of words, take action and observe. Eventually, it goes from black to white, from practical to conceptual 

Then…… why succumb to your feelings? Oh! Eventually, feelings end up in a ghastly white.