MEETINGPOINT

That ordinary Briant, completely uneventful, with sunday dull arms. Constricted, murky. Like a dry leaf on the tree of life …

Amazing into which worlds being gets lost. Somehow, it seems to like experiencing just that state: Gray and blurred, with aching heels and plaque …

Even more astonishing: If you allow being to experience this Briantform exactly the way it is, this mildewed feeling of life will gradually become shiny and dignified. And absolutely nothing is wrong