MadameMarque
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Yes, for one, you're a Texan, Sis! We rule! [Despite bad press from you-know-who] The women from Texas and Louisiana have a certain verve and carnality about them that's so perceptible, that I can occasionally spot where they're from, from a photograph. Why have you made me think of this story? I'm remembering a Zen koan, which essentially goes this way: A monk was walking a long way, in the snow, when he fell. He lay in the snow and called out for help. "Help me, I can't get up!" Hearing his call, an elder monk came to him. He saw the monk's situation, and in response, he fell back into the snow, too, and started calling for help, himself. The younger monk then got up from the snow and walked on. Maybe it's because I can't always comfort or find hope for myself, yet I can see that same state of mind in other people and believe that there is another way, believe that there are happiness and love and other blessings for them, and want them to have those, believe that they can.
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