In each instance that gratifation captures you,
Do you become one instantly captured?
Is the gratification that drives you, the net that entwines you?
Or do you swim free, effortlessly?
If you could get to the end, without the beginning,
Cut out the middle, sacrifice swimming.
Could you see joy in the drowning? Laugh through the frowning?
Each breathe to find glee, you’ll have nurtured, you sea.
– Brocarde
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