I have to go through everything now. New shoes help against the pain of separation. Amazing. Too many people too much past each other. Too much focus on their own incidental. No common thought, no common perception except the separation. Look only at the outside. Evaluation. With the eye. No perception of oneness with the soul sense. It is hard not to drift with them into their despair. At least they have something to do. Drifting through time. Haltless. Aimless. My goodness, what despair! Everything drowned out with the gaze, with the thought. On what is in view, on what is planned to receive the next glance. Focus. Determinacy.
Now I am sitting. Everything is drifting around me. Now I can rest again. In the middle. The meaning returns.