HABITS

"Directions from laxity
Perplexed by slavery
A means to escape
A lifestyle came.
I realized my stomach sagged 
My brain fagged
I belched
No one responded
Then I realized
My bands were loose.
Interest me in the old man's dish
Feelings I could imbibe
Shredding strings of peach
And only one fruit must abide"

Contrast is the movement to the extreme on both sides of the spectrum. Life is always move and like a river we join in this dance, knowing it or not.

The evil is when we miss our steps, we become out of rhythm and life loves rhythm. Pleasure is loved by most, but extended pleasure is a demon, latching onto us to suck blood, we need discomfort.

My stomach hates discomfort, the only thing that loves discomfort is my mind.