Dear Self, in the silence of the forest night while the bear lurks and no moon shines, remember the journey you took to get you here. This forest, now seemingly a bear trap, was once a ranch of bovine beauty - bulls here and bulls there tossing over-excited cowboys out of their arena.

Now in the darkness of the night, as the bear prowls and wanders without any sleep, watching and waiting for new blood to feast, retrace your steps and recall how you wandered into this field of dreams that first beckoned with lush-full leaves and the greenest of greens.

All things come and go even when we cannot identify the passage of time as one event transitions to another. Indeed, the continuity of our soujourn in this new interconnected land of - blocks - keys - chains - is only one of many journies we shall make on our path towards Birth - Death - Rebirth.

Be vigilant and keep watch for those prowling beasts, faithless fiends, hopeless hunters and purposeless persons; coming and going as the wind bellows and blows. They too shall pass as the night gives way for the morning, and they too will have their fill of fresh fruit and new moons.

But for now, in the silence of the forest, forget the bear and sit with Self, as you take stock and reminisce on the many steps, trips, falls and lifts that brought you here - to learn and to live with the bear.

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Dear Self, in the silence of the forest night while the bear lurks and no moon shines, remember the journey you took to get you here. This forest, now seemingly a bear trap, was once a ranch of bovine beauty - bulls here and bulls there tossing over-excited cowboys out of their arena.

Now in the darkness of the night, as the bear prowls and wanders without any sleep, watching and waiting for new blood to feast, retrace your steps and recall how you wandered into this field of dreams that first beckoned with lush-full leaves and the greenest of greens.

All things come and go even when we cannot identify the passage of time as one event transitions to another. Indeed, the continuity of our soujourn in this new interconnected land of - blocks - keys - chains - is only one of many journies we shall make on our path towards Birth - Death - Rebirth.

Be vigilant and keep watch for those prowling beasts, faithless fiends, hopeless hunters and purposeless persons; coming and going as the wind bellows and blows. They too shall pass as the night gives way for the morning, and they too will have their fill of fresh fruit and new moons.

But for now, in the silence of the forest, forget the bear and sit with Self, as you take stock and reminisce on the many steps, trips, falls and lifts that brought you here - to learn and to live with the bear.

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