And walking along, i did stumble on some things I had not prior to known. Such as the fact that my feet could bear traction enough so as to move things beside myself, and draw to me objects of a limited weight. I practiced this as I went along, thumbing the crumbled remains of a carnation I had drawn from the soil. And soon, I was nowhere to be found, not even space knew the specifics of my whereabouts. Nor did I, and mattered did she not, for it would be a long time coming before I would require arousal again. Well to be honest I dont know what to tell you. Nothing happens for the outstanding duration. Only rarely will things stir and stir the dust in air. Mostly its for thinking. Great enough is thoughtful occupation. I found sitting to be so exciting I could practice only with partial focus. The movement, the precision of aim, the reward! I did once focus to the point of exhaustion. They found me half dead, pacing beside my body.
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