With thoughts just of serving the weak and the lame he started a practice that he hoped would tame the misled convictions that lived deep within that caused him to lie cheat steal hate curse and sin. It was a short series of old moves and stretching that kept his limbs limber and his waistline fetching with bookends of breathing meditative thoughts that saw him there sitting and thinking of naught. He then read his Tao Te Ching, bowed to Agung, and swept up and tidied his single-bed room, and dove into writing a screenplay or book while an holy fire his soul-lines it shook.
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