Turning Towards the Gold

I found some gold under this old-timey tree.

A Beautiful TreeBeautiful autumn.

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2 Responses to Turning Towards the Gold

  1. Loosehead Prop says:

    FEAR! PANIC! EBOLA! STOCK MARKET PLUNGE! THAT NASTY PUTIN! A BUNCHA THROAT-CUTTERS 8,000 MILES AWAY ARE THE GREATEST THREAT AMERICANS EVER FACED! OIL PRICES ARE TOO HIGH! WAIT, NOW OIL PRICES ARE TOO LOW (well, they are, but that’s too difficult to explain here)! WE NEED A LEADER TO SAVE US! WE NEED SOME POLITICIAN TO SAVE US! FEAR! FEAR! FEAR!

    Oh, wait. Really, same as it ever was. Fear is the mind-killer. Sit quietly beneath the tree as the leaves spiral down, as everything that has ever arisen has eventually spiraled down, and be at peace. Just be.

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