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my own personal koan
The best description I have been able to come up with for how I have been feeling is this: it's like there is a swarm of buzzing insects (bees, flies, mosquitos, etc) inside my body -- mostly in the head area -- and they are all franctically flying around looking for a way to get out, like they do when they get trapped inside the house and keep flying into windows they can't see. But in this case they can't get out because my entire body has been tightly wrapped in mummy-cloth and thrown into a vat of molasses.
In other words: I miss you, and I am sorry I have been out of touch, but I am stuck in a vat of molasses with a swarm of bees right now. I still love you, but I need to get this figured out first.
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