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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 48 • 6 - It is an easy thing to lie on the floor and do nothing, to lie in tight numbness and think about nothing, to idle in neutral, waiting. I do not think, I do not hope, I do not fear, I do not feel, I float on the incensed air, the air of sandalwood and musk and rose. It's an easy thing. Insensibility is simplicity. I lie on the floor amid the crisscrossed flowers and light green tendrils of the carpet, wrapped in stereo-earphones, and I lose myself in the bright coils and labyrinths and elaborate mazes of Johann Sebastian Bach, "the Old Wig." Ich Komme, dein teil Ich warte mit brennendem Ole. . . Koram Jesui . . .Ich komme, Ich komme. . . . |