An end

I sink into the misery of the body. Sink into the pains of the body. I don't do it on purpose. It just happens. I know now that trying to figure it out, is not the way. That just means that there's not much left to do. Except for just let it all go. This reminds me of a story. A story that I do not know but will tell you now. This story is of a man, a man with a beard, a red beard. The red in his beard was not a deep red but more of a pale red. One day he set out on his mission only to come to the end almost instantly.

His mission was simple. It was to seek out the lay of the land and map it. But as he ventured out to do this, he wondered what for. He sat under a tree and for the first time in his life he just sat there listening to the land. He noticed that the land was not exactly his or something that he had but something that was alive. Why map he thought? He sat there under the tree for the next three hours, and then he got up and went back home. When he arrived, he took off his shoes went inside and lit a fire. He reached into his bag and pressed the button. That was it!