Anxiety is the quest for higher knowledge.

As the midday sun begins to climb down from its zenith, lamabodhi stands at the beginning of the forest the man talked about. Earlier he had been walking through the fields for several hours. Here and there he met other travellers or farmers. He helped an old lady collect the harvest. She thanked him, grinned cheerfully at him and gave him some potatoes & her very special tea mix.

"When the cold brittles on your bones,
Drink it and a fire will be brought forth in you."

Lamabodhi asked a friendly-looking man with a crumpled face what the most relaxing way into the mountains was. He told him to turn left at the first fork in the road. The path led him through a sap green forest. When the sun was high, it was pleasantly cool there and not so strenuous to walk. If he followed the path, he would reach an inn by dusk. He could rent a room for the night there.

Lamabodhi walks carefully and reverently under the canopy of trees. In some places, sunlight falls through the leaves and conjures up a play of shadows on the path. With every step, it becomes quieter, more cosy and peace returns to him.

‘"Phew, so beautiful how a change of space can change everything within me.
The sounds of this forest are very deep. Very complete.
And this smell.... mhhh delicious.
I missed to be in a forest."

In devotion to the solitude that this forest gives him, lamabodhi decides to just be in the moment and to take everything in. Putting one step in front of the other, Zen-mode style. For him, it feels as if tonnes of weight are falling off him. Only now does he begin to realise that freedom was what he had achieved when he decided to go back to Planet.108 a few days ago. The shackles & the cave behind, the light in front.

After a while of walking he passes a bench. His feet stop. Lamabodhi ponders for a moment and then decides to take a rest. He unstraps his rucksack and puts it on one half of the bench and sits down on the other half. After a very, very long exhalation, he takes out his Commy and goes through his notifications.

"Oooh, shit!"

He had already digitised his necklaces in his cave and sent them to the stalls for exchange. He still has to exchange some necklaces for flowers, especially behind the mountains he couldn't do much with the necklaces. However, he had made a mistake by sending his Zekes-necklace to the wrong stall and they are unable to exchange them. And once sent, he couldn't undo it.

He wrote directly to the stall's support team and asked if anything could be done. Afterwards, he was just about to put his Commy away when it vibrated with an email from the stand operator.

"Wooow, that was fast!"

In a very good, detailed & friendly AI generated reply, the stall operator tells him that there was nothing they could do and that he should contact the merchant' association.

"I am really very impressed.
What incredibly good technology is now being used in customer service.
Just thinking about how much time I've spent in queues in my life."

So he gets in touch with the merchants' association. They tell him that the necklaces had arrived, but the merchant has not yet learnt how to pick them up and bridge them. In the future, the skill will be added, and the best thing is to be patient. Nothing could be done at the moment.

"Yeah, it's a bit of a nuisance.
Fortunately, some necklaces I was able to swap,
but I'm not sure if that's enough."

Lamabodhi analyses his situation for a few moments. For now, he has enough. On the way, he can figure out about where he could get a few more flowers. He pulls an energy bar out of his rucksack and ate it with relish. A few minutes pass in silence, only the sounds of birds and the wind. Then lamabodhi decides to leave, and just as he is about to get up to continue on his way, he hears a voice calling from behind:

"Good afternoon, good Sir.
Lovely weather, aye?!"

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