Awake too late, three calls already having come in for me to the phone that my brother and I use in the house next door and we're all out of pu-erh till he (my brother) gets back from Jassy. Make do with a mate (Ilex paraguariensis). Scrambling my morning body all over the empty house. The days go quietly, by evening-time my ego relaxes and becomes "self", I harmonize the chaos of cosmic forces in me: then I go to sleep. Morning poses the entire question again. Beautiful, deciduous lives of consciousness.