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November 14, 2002 he practiced blindness In solitude, he developed a curious habit. When time for sleep had come, he lay in the velvety darkness, eyes open, waiting for near-death stillness.  With quiet breath and resting heart, he arose from bed and walked around his darkened house. He practiced blindness.

©  2002 by the beastmaster