I can say with one hundred percent certainty that we
              would all rather be asleep half-way on our on our backs
              on the orange, nubby couch in the den. Bred for                            faith.
And trust. These two beget grace. See how my                           compatriots,
my partners in what crime, leap over the low                            hurdle. A ball
long-bounces across a winter field early                            in the morning. Now
that's a vocation. The world, if                            you watch, reveals itself to
you. It unfolds. These men                            want to know, sooner rather than
later. I am helpful.                            I fold up and lie down. Good dog. To want.
                            To will. What a funny way to think about things.
              A low, cement porch in the sun. I didn't study                              this. I
can't forget it.

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