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In my head...

When I lie to you, I treat you as someone who cannot be reasoned with or related to. Sam Harris

Yes, that quote ended in a preposition. Rarely is speaking as clean pressed as writing. Words are signals pointing out direction or possibilities. Choices are actually test questions. When we make the "make" choice, we "know." The wrong choice creates chaos that we misundertand as "bad" rather than an opportunity to re-cognize and assess the situation as "not ours." Dio

On the property...

I re-leveled the gate today after the boulder placement knocked the gate wheel rest out of its pocket. The picture shows the inside of the gate with the copper bar across to keep the gate stable during high winds. The door to the left is a solid wood salvaged door from gaia. The handles on the door are carved from a red cedar tree struck by lightning forming the zodiacal "Y" sign of Aries, the other half of the Y is on the other side of the door.

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