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December 8, 2025 at 10:40 am #452741
PeterParticipantThat was well crafted Anita and illuminates what we are circling. I wonder now if we could simplify?
Anita: Rules and techniques do not vanish. They sink so deeply into embodiment that action flows of itself, without effort, without thought..
Peter: Yes.. Embodiment is not born of technique; technique arises as its echo. The small self resists this truth, clinging to control and fearing the surrender that freedom requires. In its doubt, the small self imagines the echo to be the source.
Anita: Yet Flow is simple, just noticing…
Peter: It moves without measure, without panic, without striving. Only presence remains, and in presence, the Tao flows as you.In our dialogues we circle the question: What would it mean to live what we say we believe and know?
A thought that arises: Realizations are not meant to remain as ideas but to sink into us, becoming embedded, becoming flesh. In this way, embodiment is the quiet shift where belief dissolves, and life itself becomes the expression of knowing. Flow
To embody is to stop believing about the truth, and to begin living as truth. It is the Tao flowing through us, where realization is no longer separate from action, and knowing is no longer separate from being…
December 8, 2025 at 10:46 am #452742
anitaParticipantAnother double posting, Peter (this time only 3 minutes apart). I am taking a Tao break (just a joke 😊) and will get back to you later.
December 8, 2025 at 6:56 pm #452766
anitaParticipantHi Peter:
“The small self resists this truth, clinging to control and fearing the surrender that freedom requires.”- you said it so perfectly!
“Realizations are not meant to remain as ideas but to sink into us, becoming embedded, becoming flesh. In this way, embodiment is the quiet shift where belief dissolves, and life itself becomes the expression of knowing. Flow”-
I want to surrender to Flow.. but I need not grasp to the wanting to surrender; just humbly, ego-less-ly surrender. Like right now.
It is very difficult because of these Tourette tics. They are in the way of relaxing and surrendering, and I don’t know how to stop them, or if it’s at all possible to stop (for anyone in my place). They’re a half century+ neurological-muscular habit.
Regardless, I am willing to surrender best I can. I think I am surrendering right now. I am hearing the rain (been raining all day).
I am not even following what I’m saying right now, not checking to see if I’m making (ego) sense.. lol.
So, going with the flow, as I hear the rain, and see the total darkness outside the windows. The only light is coming out of the computer screen showing the printed letters I’m clicking..
It feels like the rain is not for me or against me; nether is the darkness, it feels like I am part of the rain and the rain is part of me, and so is the darkness. And the people I interact with on these forums.. no separateness, not really.
.. I just got worried: how do I sound, how do I come across.. Have I just made a fool of myself..
But that’s just ego, is it, Peter?
I am having a feel, a felt realization of non-separateness right now.
Anita
December 9, 2025 at 7:28 am #452771
PeterParticipantHi Anta
I think you captured something real in describing the experience of falling in and out of flow.
Reading your post, I wondered if Tao might sometimes be mistaken for flow itself, or treated as something to attain, as if staying in flow would make everything wonderful. (that reading was a projection of mine, a something I noticed within me)
Tao is not the flow, but that from which flow arises, holding both our moments of presence and our forgetting, our joys and sorrows.
Noticing the rain, for a moment you we are the rain and perhaps the breath softens. Then the mind, the heart, or the body begins to ask: What is this? How do I sound? – And perhaps another part notices this questioning and laughs. Life doesn’t ask us to remain in stillness. It is, I feel, enough that we notice, and return home from time to time.
I was wondering what you thought of the suggesting that over the years we have been circling the challenge of taking our realizations past something that we know?
The following is yesterdays journal entry.
What does it mean to truly live the values we cherish, rather than just speak of them?
I grew up in a community rich with beliefs. From within, those convictions felt certain; yet from the outside, one might wonder if they were truly lived. My own frustration has often been noticing how far we seemed from embodying the values we proclaimed.
Perhaps this disconnect is not deliberate, but an unconscious pattern, treating the spiritual path as law as if law was the source itself. I know this pattern in myself: when I cling to the path as though it were the origin, I end up frustrated, because the place it points toward cannot be reach though law.
True embodiment flows from the source. It is not born of rigid adherence to forms, but of inner alignment with what those forms signify. When the source is forgotten, the path becomes hollow, a ritual without life, a map without terrain. But when the source is encountered, the path becomes luminous, not as a substitute for reality, but as its reflection….
The spiritual path matters, but only as a signpost. It cannot give what it points to. To live the values we cherish, we must return, if only for a breath, to the origin, the wellspring from which all paths arise. When we drink from that source, the path ceases to be a burden and becomes a natural expression of life itself.
A Day in Flow (update)
Peter rose with the morning light. He poured tea, watching steam rise and fade. He walked to work, heard a child laugh, and joined without thinking. At the office, he answered what he could, listened when words came sharp, and peace returned.
That evening, he cooked, hummed, and watched the sky darken. Nothing extraordinary happened. Yet everything was whole.
The path was not effort. It was the source flowing through him, turning ordinary moments into quiet grace.December 9, 2025 at 11:46 am #452786
anitaParticipantDear Peter:
To me, the above post is the most meaningful of all your meaningful posts. You sharing your day (“A Day in Flow (update)
Peter rose with the morning light. He poured tea…”) made it personal to me.. here’s Peter sharing his real-life day with me (and others), how precious. It means so much more than abstract reflections.“I was wondering what you thought of the suggesting that over the years we have been circling the challenge of taking our realizations past something that we know?… Perhaps this disconnect is not deliberate, but an unconscious pattern, treating the spiritual path as law as if law was the source itself… True embodiment flows from the source”-
Before I read the above, before I read your post today, I wrote in my thread earlier: “This morning… I had this strange thought (strange because I don’t remember ever thinking it, at least not with such felt- clarity), that I am body, mind and soul. The first two will die, the third will never die.”
I know that I heard and read about the soul for many decades, but it was all on the academic or superficial level, like when I’d study for a test in school and spill out info I memorized, and I’d forget about it.
This morning, on the other hand, I just felt it.. for the first time. It became clear to me- not intellectually but in a soul recognition that part of me is indestructible. That indestructible part, the soul, that’s Tao and Flow is about living in or from the soul more than in the body and mind (aka ego)- is my best understanding, at this point.
Thank you, Peter.. for helping me understand this..!!!
I would love to read more and more from you, particularly personal things, like Day in Flow updates. Actually, I’d like to share such myself.
🤍 Anita
December 11, 2025 at 9:41 am #452848
anitaParticipantHi Peter/ Everyone:
My best understanding is that evil in the context of Taoism = human actions that go against The Flow/ Tao.
Actions Going Against the Flow (the Tao):
1) Forcing outcomes- Examples: A manager micromanages every detail of a project, pushing employees to meet unrealistic deadlines. Instead of trusting the team’s rhythm, they force results, creating stress and burnout; one partner pressures the other to commit to marriage before they feel ready, creating tension and resistance; A thief breaks into a home to take possessions, forcing their will on others and disrupting peace; A parent insists their child must become a doctor, ignoring the child’s interests in art or music. This creates resistance and resentment.
2) Excessive striving- Examples: A student pulls all-nighters for weeks, cramming for exams, ignoring sleep and health. The imbalance leads to exhaustion and poor performance, despite the effort; A friend constantly tries to “fix” the relationship by overanalyzing every interaction, scheduling endless talks, and pushing for perfection, which drains both sides; A parent overschedules their child with endless lessons, sports, and tutoring, leaving no room for rest or play. The child feels pressured and exhausted.
3) Ignoring nature- Examples: A company clears forests recklessly for short-term profit; Illegal dumping of toxic waste into rivers, destroying ecosystems and communities for short-term gain; A parent disregards their child’s temperament (e.g., introverted vs. extroverted) and forces them into social situations that feel unnatural, causing stress.
4) Rigid moral judgments- Examples: Someone condemns a neighbor harshly for lifestyle choices (diet, clothing, beliefs), creating division instead of understanding. They cling to “right vs. wrong” without compassion; A parent harshly labels their child as “lazy” or “bad” for struggling in school, instead of recognizing different learning styles or challenges.
5) Artificial living- Example: A person buys luxury items they don’t need to impress other; A couple stays together only for appearances, pretending to be happy for social status, while hiding resentment and disconnection; Parents push their child to maintain appearances (perfect grades, perfect behavior) for social status, rather than nurturing authenticity and well-being.
🍃 Actions Going With the Flow (the Tao):
1) Wu Wei (Effortless Action)- Examples: A surfer rides the waves by adjusting to their natural rhythm instead of fighting them. They act skillfully but without force; Two friends enjoy each other’s company without planning or forcing activities — they simply let the day unfold naturally; A community volunteer helps distribute food to those in need, acting naturally and without seeking recognition; A parent notices their child loves drawing and naturally provides paper and crayons, supporting the interest without pressure.
2) Spontaneity- Examples: Friends go for a walk and stumble upon a street festival. Instead of sticking rigidly to their plan, they join in and enjoy the moment; A passerby sees someone struggling with heavy bags and instinctively offers to help, without planning or obligation; A parent joins their child in an impromptu backyard game, letting joy guide the moment instead of sticking to rigid schedules.
3) Simplicity- Examples: A family chooses to live in a small home, grow their own food, and avoid clutter; A couple chooses to spend quiet evenings cooking together instead of chasing extravagant outings, finding peace in shared simplicity; A neighbor shares homegrown vegetables with others, fostering connection through simple generosity.
4) Harmony with nature- Examples: A gardener plants according to the seasons, using compost and rainwater. They work with the cycles of nature rather than against them; A family spends time outdoors hiking or gardening together, strengthening bonds by aligning with natural rhythms; A group organizes a river clean-up, restoring balance to the environment and benefiting all.
5) Humility and openness- Examples: In a heated meeting, one person admits they don’t have all the answers and listens to others. This openness diffuses tension and leads to better collaboration; During an argument, one friend admits they may have misunderstood and listens openly, allowing reconciliation instead of escalation; A parent admits to their child, “I don’t know everything, but let’s learn together,” modeling openness and curiosity instead of authority and rigidity.
Key Takeaway- Against the Tao: appearances, control, ego, imbalance, judgment, pressure, resistance.
With the Tao: authenticity, balance, ease, flow, humility, support, trust.
Well, I am sold on Tao 😊
🤍 Anita
December 11, 2025 at 10:57 am #452850
PeterParticipantHi Anita: I think you capture it nicely – now the question how do we move beyond the words?
What follows is today’s journal entry.
For a long time now, I’ve noticed myself circling the same inner terrain, returning to familiar thoughts, trying to name something I sensed but couldn’t quite articulate. Recently, these lines surfaced:
The Way is and is not, yet from it, all arise and return.
No path can reach the Path that is pathless…
Embodied, the path dissolves, the Tao… Presence.This morning, something softened. A small shift, quiet, almost imperceptible, opened between the words letting go and embodiment. I saw how the former, for me, had quietly become a subtle form of striving and control.
There are moments on the path when a single word reveals the hidden architecture of our inner life. Today, while reading a CAC reflection on the dark night of the soul, such a moment arrived.
The dark night often comes first as loss. It feels as though something essential has slipped away: meaning, joy, certainty, the familiar sense of God. From within the experience, it is loss. It empties us. It unravels us. It asks us to walk without the lights we once trusted.
Yet as the night deepens, another truth begins to shimmer at the edges. What felt like loss reveals itself as the falling away of what could never truly hold us. The dark night appears as loss, but its essence is not loss at all.
We often speak of letting go in such seasons. The phrase feels gentle, almost compassionate… a soft surrender, a loosening of the grip. But even here, a subtle effort remains. A quiet belief that I am the one releasing, that surrender is something I must accomplish.
And so I found myself returning again and again to that night, until another movement appeared: embodiment.
Embodiment is not loss, and not letting go. It is the quiet dissolving of the one who believed there was something to lose. Here, nothing is taken. Nothing is released. Nothing is managed or performed. Belief no longer required, dissolves into something… Free.
What remains is presence, unforced, unguarded, whole.
The dark night may begin as loss and pass through the language of letting go, but embodiment is the gentle undoing of the one who thought anything needed to be surrendered. And in that undoing, a deeper presence emerges, simple, grounded, embodied.
December 11, 2025 at 11:53 am #452857
AlessaParticipantHi Peter
Thank you for this lovely thread. 🩵
I hope it’s okay if I share a story from a Daoist text. It is one of my favourites and came to mind reading your thread. It took me a while to find it. 🩵
There was a man of the Fan clan named Zihua who supported so many private mercenaries that the whole country submitted to him. He was a favorite of the ruler of Jin, and his status was higher than the top ministers of state even though he held no office. Anyone he regarded specially would be given a title by the state of Jin; anyone he particularly disdained would be banished by the state of Jin. Those who flocked to his mansion were as numerous as attendees at court.
Zihua had his mercenaries attack each other in battles of wits and strive to overcome each other in contests of strength. Even if they were wounded right before his eyes, he didn’t care. They sported like this all day and night, to the point where it had almost become a custom of the country.
Hesheng and Zibo were top henchmen of the Fan clan. Going on a trip, they passed through a remote area where they lodged at the house of a farmer, Shang Qiukai. During the night, Hesheng and Zibo were talking about the prestige and influence of Zihua, who could cause the thriving to perish and the lost to survive, impoverish the rich and enrich the poor.
Now Shang Qiukai, who had all along suffered hunger and cold, overhead this. Inspired, he borrowed some provisions, loaded them in a
basket, and went to the estate of Zihua.Zihua’s hangers-on were all hereditary aristocrats; they dressed in silk, rode in fancy chariots, swaggered around gazing into the distance. When they saw how old and decrepit Shang Qiukai was, his face burnt black and his clothes unkempt, they all looked down on him. They treated him with contempt, playing tricks on him, knocking and shoving him around, doing as they pleased.
Through all this, Shang Qiukai never showed any sign of anger. Eventually the hangers-on ran out of tricks and got tired of making fun of him. Finally they took him up in a high tower, where someone claimed that anyone who jumped off would get a reward of a hundred pieces of gold. They all scrambled as if to respond, so Shang Qiukai thought it was true and jumped before anyone else could. Like a bird in flight, he floated to the ground, with no injury to skin and bones.
The Fan clan’s gang thought this was accidental, and didn’t make much of it. In the same vein, they pointed out a wild river bend and said, “There’s a valuable pearl down there; if you can swim, you can get it.” Going along once again, Shang Qiukai plunged into the rapids. When he emerged, he actually had found a pearl down there. Now the gang began to wonder. For the first time Zihua admitted him to the ranks of those who ate
meat and wore silk.Before long, a fire broke out in the Fan family storehouse. Zihua declared, “Anyone who can go into the fire and get the silks out will be rewarded according to how much he retrieves.” Shang Qiukai went in calmly, going back and forth in and out of the fire without getting sooty or being burned. The Fan clan gang thought he must be a master of the Tao, so they made a collective apology: “We played tricks on you, not knowing you were a master of the Tao; we abused you, not knowing you were a spiritual person. You must think us fools! You must think us deaf and blind! May we ask, what is your Way?”
Shang Qiukai said, “I have no Way. I don’t even know my own mind. Even so, there is something to this. I’ll try to tell you what it is.
“Earlier two of your men lodged at my house, and I heard them praising the influence of the Fan clan, which could cause the thriving to perish or the lost to survive, impoverish the rich or enrich the poor. I took this to be true without a second thought, so I came regardless of the distance. Then when I got here, I thought everything your gang said was true, and my only fear was not to be able to take it seriously enough to carry it out successfully—I didn’t know what my physical body was doing, or where profit or harm were—I was completely single-minded. Things did not prove otherwise, as you can see; but now that I know your gang was fooling me, I’m suspicious within and on guard without; it’s a lucky thing, in retrospect, I wasn’t burned or drowned. I’m feverish with shock, shivering with fear! How could I get close to water or fire again?”After this, whenever members of the Fan clan’s gang encountered beggars or horse doctors on the road, they didn’t dare abuse them; they’d always get down out of their chariots and salute them.
Zaiwo heard about this and told Confucius. Confucius said, “Didn’t you know? When people are completely sincere, that can affect things. It can move heaven and earth, influence ghosts and spirits, grant freedom in all ways, with no opposition, not just walking on dangerous precipices or plunging into water and fire. Shang Qiukai believed in falsehoods, and even then things did not betray him—how about if other and self are both truthful! Take note of this!”
December 11, 2025 at 12:16 pm #452858
anitaParticipantHi Peter:
“letting go” (which still assumes I am doing something) => embodiment, simply being present, free —
No managing, no performing, no belief that something must be surrendered; nothing to lose, nothing to release. The self that thought it had to control or surrender- dissolves.
What remains is presence itself: simple, whole, unforced, grounded (Tao).
True freedom doesn’t come from trying to let go, but from realizing there was never anything to hold onto in the first place. When that realization lands, you stop striving and simply are.
A parable (I read): A student came to her teacher, troubled. “I keep trying to let go of my worries,” she said, “but they cling to me. I tell myself over and over: release them, release them. Yet the harder I try, the heavier they feel.”
The teacher poured tea into a cup until it overflowed. “See how the cup resists nothing?” he said. “It does not let go of the tea. It simply cannot hold more than it can hold. When it is full, the tea flows out on its own.”
The student watched the tea spill and suddenly understood. Her worries were not something she had to release. They were simply more than her cup could carry. When she stopped trying to manage them, they dissolved naturally.
From then on, she lived more lightly, not because she had mastered letting go, but because she realized she was never meant to hold everything in the first place.
Another parable: A child was learning to fly a kite. She gripped the string tightly, pulling and tugging, trying to force the kite higher. But the harder she pulled, the more the kite dipped and tangled.
Her father watched quietly, then said: “Let the wind do its work. Your task is not to control the sky, but to feel it.”
The child loosened her grip. The kite rose smoothly, carried by the breeze. She realized she didn’t need to make it fly — she only needed to be present, guiding lightly, letting the wind carry it.
.. Both images are mirrors of the same truth: freedom and presence don’t come from effort or control, but from realizing you’re already part of the flow.
I was just going to say, “I want to embody” (vs “I want to let go”), lol
“Embodying” can become another project of the ego, another thing I’d be trying to do.
But embodiment in the Taoist sense isn’t about striving. It’s about Relaxing Into Presence (RIP.. I like acronyms) instead of managing it.
.. Allowing myself to be lived by the Tao instead of trying to live up to it.
“I want to embody” (with effort) → control.
“I am embodied” or “I allow embodiment” (without effort) → presence.
In simplest terms: embodiment isn’t something you do, it’s something you stop resisting.
Another parable: A child planted a small tree in the garden. Every day, she tugged at its branches, saying, “Grow faster! Reach higher!” But the more she pulled, the weaker the tree became.
Her mother gently said: “Trees don’t grow because we make them grow. They grow because they are alive. Your task is not to force, not even to ‘let go.’ Your task is simply to water, to watch, to be here.”
The child stopped tugging. She sat beside the tree, feeling the sun and the breeze. In time, the tree grew strong and tall — not because she controlled it, but because she allowed it to be what it already was.
Peter, it sounds like you’re finding presence through what felt like loss, the dark night shifted for you into something freer. That’s inspiring!
.. My goodness, Peter, I think-feel (not grasping, not striving) like I got this.
I am going to practice this here in the forums and IRL.
Thank you!
🤍 Anita
December 11, 2025 at 2:13 pm #452866
PeterParticipantThanks for the story Alessa I haven’t heard it before
I noticed a part of me reading Shang Qiukai’s story as if it hinted at magic or manifestation. But what stayed with me was how little he was trying to do anything at all. His actions were whole because he wasn’t divided. When doubt appeared, the effect vanished. It reminded me that embodiment isn’t about belief exerting power, it’s the ease that comes when the one trying to manage outcomes falls away. And in those moments, I’ve noticed that compassion doesn’t need to be summoned; it rises on its own, and action follows from that quiet, natural clarity.
Confucius’ words linger here too: how about if other and self are both truthful — take note of this. (I read that as transparent to the transcendent)
December 11, 2025 at 3:06 pm #452867
PeterParticipantHi Anita
I loved the parables. It always amazes me when something simple opens a doorway beyond the words, revealing something quieter underneath.If you look back at my earliest post here years ago, you might wonder at the amount of time… Part of it, I think, is that the self quietly turned “letting go” into another practice to accomplish. Even “embodying” can become that, can’t it? Another thing to do, another way to try to get it right. What I’m seeing now is that the moment I try to embody, I’m already back in the old pattern, the self managing, adjusting, striving.
I use the word embodiment, but I have to hold it lightly, as neither noun nor verb — more like a softening into what’s already here. Not a technique, not a project, not a spiritual skill to master. Maybe that’s why I kept circling. I was trying to practice what only reveals itself when the practicing stops. Still I only catch glimpses, out of the corner of my eye, for a breath or two.
As this softened, a reflection surfaced — a kind of echo:
The Way is and is not, yet from it all arise and return.
No path can reach the Path that is pathless.
Embodied, the path dissolves — the Tao present.When the river is blocked, we carve channels called virtue. When the sky is hidden, we light lanterns called wisdom.
But the river was flowing before the channels, and the sky was shining before the lanterns.
Return to the source, and the lanterns are no longer needed.We are born upon a path, and that too is Tao. Each step a seeking, each turn a question.
Yet as long as we walk, Tao seems hidden. The horizon recedes, the seeker remains restless.The path is not the source, yet the path is not meaningless.
It is a shadow pointing toward the light, a rhythm leading to silence.
When the path dissolves, the illusion of separation fades, and what was sought is revealed as always present.When the path dissolves, the shore appears. Looking back, the way we walked is illumined.
The self whispers, “I arrived by way of the path,” – even though the river does not arrive — it flows.So, Tao pulls us back, again and again, until remembering becomes forgetting, and forgetting becomes remembering.
In that ebb and return, the Beloved smiles. The pathless path is walked, and the walker dissolves into the Way.December 11, 2025 at 7:30 pm #452871
PeterParticipantI noticed my last few posts drifted into the more abstract (as I tend to do), and I’d like to bring things back to something more grounded and lived.
Anita, you don’t need to practice Tao as if it’s something outside you. You’re already in it, and your compassion shines through in the way you do your best to be of service to others. That’s Tao moving through you, and its already wondrous .
What helped me wasn’t a practice or trying to embody anything, but trusting the truths that showed up in my life. Trusting the realizations that never seemed to “work” when I tried to make them work. Trusting that I didn’t need to force them or believe them into being. They unfolded on their own when I stopped trying to manage the process. A kind of faith, I guess, only without doctrine.
For me, I noticed a shift when I stopped saying “I believe” and started saying “I know”… The other day someone asked if I believed in the virgin birth, and before I could think my way into an answer, I felt one rise up: I knew. Not as a historical claim or a theological argument, but as a pattern of reality I’ve witnessed in my own life. A “virgin birth” was what happens whenever something new emerges without my effort, without my striving, without my fingerprints all over it. It’s the moment when I stop forcing and something unexpected, undeserved, and quietly luminous appears. It’s the wrapped gift under the tree, something I didn’t earn, didn’t orchestrate, didn’t even know to ask for.
It’s the possibility that arrives unannounced, the insight that wasn’t wrestled into existence, the grace that shows up before I’ve proven myself worthy of it. It’s the way life keeps offering beginnings that don’t depend on my mastery, only on my openness.
Even in my writing, I’ve noticed that when I stop trying to make things happen, thoughts come together on their own. Sometimes they surprise me. It feels like something new can arise without effort, a kind of inner “birth” that happens when I’m not forcing anything. That’s helped me trust what’s already true in me.
The intention of the post was simplicity but this is what emerged 🙂
December 11, 2025 at 7:40 pm #452872
anitaParticipantHi Peter:
I didn’t read enough of your recent message to be motivated to Spontaneously Flow (SF) a response for you this Thurs late evening, whatever comes to mind:
Shh… Peter: You are good! You’ve always been good! I KNOW it! I like who you are!
I know you always have been a good boy, and next- a good man (even though I wasn’t there with you)
Like you, Peter, I’ve always been a good girl, waiting for the opportunity to be known as good; to contribute to the good of others.
Relaxing into this knowing doesn’t require anything complicated. Just a humility.
A boy and a girl looking each other in the eye, and knowing we are both GOOD, nothing to define or prove, just two good people.
I know I may lose you in these words that may land as foolish words.
Still, the image of a boy (Peter) and a girl (Anita) and anyone running freely across a green field with us (Alessa, Tee.. Thomas.. maybe even James), running like there’s no tomorrow. Only today.
Rest in being GOOD. A singular letter fewer than GOD, yet it makes all the difference.
I am running out of spontaneity/ red wine.
Anita
December 11, 2025 at 7:51 pm #452873
anitaParticipant… Another double posting, Peter, 10 min apart, didn’t read your most recent post before I submitted mine
December 11, 2025 at 7:54 pm #452874
anitaParticipantIt’s embarrassing, Peter, because my recent post may have been everything about me, and nothing about you
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