Practicing Silent Sitting also means seeing what the land that keeps us prisoners really is.
What is this land where I gave up my freedom?
The one where, out of fatigue, where caught in the cogs of a soothing discourse, I let myself go to the abdication of my deep sovereignty.
Through Sitting, approaching its contours, its borders,
Then simply take the step, overjoyed by such raw simplicity, towards the rest of the world. Leaving behind the artifice of the border, and thereby ending our beliefs in the power of borders.
Part 2 : Debating Jail (Borders 2/2)
Notes & Silence 
Ecstasy (έκσταση) has, hidden in it, the idea of stepping out, beyond oneself.
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Thanks, Simon,
Beyond myself is what I need,
Beyond ourselves, what we all need.
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