In the Gospel of Riggers there is this Necessity = "Keep things close to your body". I had a mud-laden mini-Rock cradled by my hands and gut. The caked soil was filthering [from the Transitive Verb, To Filther] a freshly laundered zippered hoody, my Fav Carhartt. There would be no "second day" use - - - - I got it to revoltingly disgusting so I doomed myself to MORE Laundrying. Don't get me worng, I LOVE "doing" laundry. So, I mean, there's THAT.
But here again, some COSMIC Some-things that, sure as shit,, SOUNDED important,, , that during Some-how,,,, this ergonomic SANCTITY was something of a Religious Order,,,,, the One where there is in deed and in FACT,,,,,, an Ergonomics of Emotionality,,,,,,, The One where you "Keep things close to your Heart".
BUT There was a Cosmic "NESS" to it. Keeping this Rock close to my gut MEANT that it was GONNA MAKE ME DIRTY. We hear, "Dirty Little Secrets", that Secrets ARE Dirty, and/but they MUST be kept ANYWAY, because "holding them out for all to see" is UN wieldy at best, at worst ABOMINATION.
So now I have devised the Ergonomics of Emotion. It's gonna be in The Gospel of Riggers.
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