Clean-up is as close to "Work" {doing something you DON'T what to do, in a place where you DON'T what to be} as I ever get . It's simply the nasty-like aesthetics that FORCE me into action . The Garden SHOULD be "Clear, like Space" and if you don't like that one, the Garden is a "Mirror", that SHOULD be dust free and CRYSTAL Clear . There is RELIEF in the Emptiness of Clean and Clear , the Mind is settled --- there is Peace {like the surface of a puddle or pond that is without ripple or wave } .
I got it EZ, in ancient New England Seacoast Times, the farmers decided to harvest >> SEAWEED<< to aid in the fertilization of their various soils . I can only Imagine the Labor Intensity of such a Labor Intense Endeavor . Shit, all I `gotta`* do is work myself up into an Extraction FRENZY and sacrifice my body for the General Well Being of the local 'heavies' . I do not wish them to see me as a fucking LAZY "ne'er-do-well" {never do well } . If only I WEREN'T lazy .
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