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There's something I'm been trying to do lately. Sometimes I get a clue about something I should do. I hear them in the aether, making themselves felt at random times. Sometimes they bother me incessantly, and sometimes I hear the suggestion but once. But I realized that these are a kind of guiding light. I spend so much time feeling lost. If I would just listen to these whispers of suggestion echoing in my mind, then I will do what I should do, and I have become convinced of that.

I hope that if I follow these slight suggestions they will become easier to hear, and I will ignore fewer of them. Perhaps then, then I will be on the path of doing what I should do.

It has stayed with me what Shunryu Suzuki said. Do something you should do. That is advice for all times and places. But I never know what I should do, on a grander scale. I don't know if that's something I should know or worry about. I don't know.

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