Just.

Sometimes it feels as though I spin out of control. This is how it happens; this is exactly how it happens. You get caught up in these ideas of necessity, your life inflates, you get so far away from the simplicity that leads to the real understanding. Necessity! Such a tenuous word, a Pandora's Box that will suck you dry if you aren't vigilant. But we open it, time and again. We must be brave warriors for ourselves. We must be very selfish indeed! You just start piling so much crap filler stuff and nonsense, anything to obscure the real work that waits to be undertaken. Listen:

Those sankharas are still there, you don't just put on a new life like a winter coat when it gets colder; you can't run from yourself.

These ripples that you observe through your sense-perception are transitory. All of this falls away. What is your anchor rooted in?

I had to find you; to tell you I need you, tell you I set you apart. I stopped before I got there, I saw myself falling into something that was false. Nobody said it was easy. C'est une telle honte pour que nous séparent. I'm going back to the start.