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Repressing the wave Ecstasy is blinding washing over the moment. When induced naturally it flows and ebbs in correct proportion to the productive action. But in some cases it desensitizes us. When we are inhaling the beauty any type of physical suffering or pain endured is suppressed. But not erased.

We are carrying it and it needs to come out. But we are not well practiced in discharging the things inside of us that hurt. Burial is the tradition. Dig a deep hole and drop it in. But if left down there long enough like all seeds it will start to grow. What type of tree grows out of pain?

If we look around at ourselves we see it grows into all types of things. Not always bad. We are planting.

Nervous energy. Sweeping waves of it, takes it toll on the body. Who would of thunk surfing provides no peace.

I guess we should have known. Since when did anything consisting of love make our lives easier? But it does and always had made our lives better. Connecting to reality is the purpose, the reason, we are not meant to know.