How often is it just a meditation? How much of it is an exposition, a PR show?
How do you find the bottom of a sphere? By weight, by length, by bounce?
There is nothing interesting in self-explanation. Even psychologists, who's profession is that of self-explaining, make you pay for the privilege of divulging yourself.
Let's play a game. It's called conversation. I'll say a word, and then you say one that's related. And then I'll say one that's unrelated. Then you say one that's related to the the first relation. Then I'll repeat the iteration of relation. Then you relate the iteration to the nonrelation. And we'll iterate that iteration until the iterated iteration is completely unrelated to the game concatentation.
I hate games. Games are for players. I play the piano. The game can't be played by non-players. I hate games. Playing the piano is an odious game.
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