There is a certain limbic energy burning. I’m trying to find several posters from WWI that objectify the German as a bestial Hun, for one of my courses, and I know that they exist, but I cannot find them on a credible site yet. I would like my citations to be halfway solid. I must move about, or talk to someone, or teach a class right now, since I must burn off this energy. Conversation, knowledge, and exposition are the primary targets in this divine, scholastic chase. Numinous. Patience is something that does not upwell, so much as subside and calm. It comes from above, like a mist, a brume in the early morning absence of light, pre-dawn and vigil. Energy bubbles up from below, in bubbles that rise and explode at the surface of the heart, rushing through the blood, the impetus of each beat and the cast of the net that holds all life within its grasp.

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