So I was writing a quite hefty piece on my fascination for fasting and its psychological inclinations.

And then I just stopped.

Nah.

Today is not the day for explaining stuff.

At least that’s how it feels (and I tend to listen to that).

The world is already full of explanations and reversed engineering and second-hand lessons and attempts at chopping up the unchoppable.

In most cases, all that stuff is actually really unhelpful, and it makes us feel even more miserable and incompetent than we felt before.

Who cares?

Today feels like sending you inspiration.

Not knowledge.

It feels like pulling you out of your head, and pushing you straight into your heart.

No more intellect, at least for a bit.

We don’t need facts and figures, for fuck’s sake, we need love, connection, and beauty!

What we need is to feel, feel more, and follow those feelings.

We need awe.

I’m tired of explaining shit.

Tired of adding to the already gigantic pile of logical, sensible crap that’s out there, growing every second.

But I’m never, ever tired of inspiring.

Because whenever I go there and do that and share that, the reward is there instantly.

For me too.

I don’t need to believe in anything.

I don’t need to work hard to get it done, somewhere in time.

I don’t even have to think, at all.

And you don’t have to, either.

It’s the most delicious thing, this vivid arising of words, like busy insects working a glorious meadow in early June.

Today is not for lists and formulas.

It’s not for making sense.

It’s about feeling more.

Can you?

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