I keep thinking if we could just, like in Brazil or the Philippines… the workings of an entire society based on dream interpretation.
Not try anything. I think I’d be much happier that way.
If you could attain the ideal vibrational state… I’m thinking of that ice you get toward the end of winter. Little piles left over from the piles that melted. Inert little piles that just hang around.
In this state, ideally, one could absorb any number of blows to the face.

If you could learn to just hang around; go with it; wait and find out. Like that woman who built an entire miniature town out of cooked turkey neck bones. Prior to this she’d been very depressed; not dressing nicely; not keeping up appearances and so forth. And I don’t know, somehow this turned out to be the one, right thing for her.
I love shit like that.
In the coming year, I think maybe something could happen for me. Something not bad. But only if I don’t want it too much.
It would have to come unbidden.