The bushman only runs when the prey does so; but forever within the sense of its usefulness;any kind of running is expensive, it burns intelligence; only when a one knows stillness shall he become interesting; intelligence expands within stillness, while violence does in the opposite; running is the wind of blindness, competition its cataract, carrier; all things learn first how not to be induced into a running, the first reckoning. Dream 130628_01 Henri Durand

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