There's a movement that's required of me to continue; otherwise, I'm just going in circles and relying on gifts that are given from time to time to remind me of the prison I'm in.
I've just been reminded of the need for this inner movement. I remember knowing the need for it. I remember feeling the movement in rare instances.
At this moment, I don't know what that movement is. The state of questioning and standing in front of the absence of knowing gives me a second of presence and perhaps the possibility of making that movement.
This is my real condition.
