I have a tiny washing machine but it works. A bit like the planet we live on. Like my tiny w/m you just have to watch how much stuff you put in it. It has in other words a limited carrying capacity. When you're up in the peripheral hills you realize this, how vast and yet how small the planet is, and how we have put too much stuff into it causing it to rumble.
To be sure, we need to cut down, subtract, take off... limit our aversions and perversions. Our averting away from Nature and our own navigatory systems and allowing corporate cretins to pervert these natural talents into machines that propose to do it for you is the problem. We need to put ourselves in the wash, without all the other stuff; we need to self-cleanse, absolve, dust off... re-birth and renew.
And what better way to do this than to go a for a walk in the hills, off the beaten path, into the hanging wood, in search of the sacred waterfall that will reveal all.
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