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Thinking. I would think about him, about his wisdom and his pain. When his rough hands were the only thing on my mind, I found reprieve from remembering that he couldn’t be any different from me. And he recognized that. We both did. My conditioned, childlike mind would–could– find peace. In those moments. Just like before, and right now. There is no difference in becoming and breaking, they hurt just the same. Solace happpens before or after, but it is here when you find it and it is there when you need it. Wisdom might seem insignificant, having moments of being present & then gone, but one thing is for certain— I wouldn’t unlearn anything. I can’t unlearn it.