Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Lack and living converge at their farthest reaches.

Extreme wealth is a poverty, extreme poverty is a wealth.
Sleep deprivation turns waking into dreaming, narcolepsy turns dreaming into waking.
Extreme formality becomes a vanity, extreme vanity becomes a formality.

Becoming polarized, you polarize another.
Becoming polarized, you become its opposite.

What is it that binds opposites together? Why do they become each other? Why do they perpetuate each other? Is this codependent regeneration cyclical, metamorphical, necessary? Is it that the two are one? Is it that there is something that binds the two together? Is it that the middle neutral is the ground? When you tend toward an extreme, do you simply become aware of its opposite because of forces pulling in that direction? Does extreme wealth feel like poverty because you’ve slated your reality so far from a natural state that the memory of lack asserts itself continually? Is it the striving for more, the greed that feels like a poverty? Is it the desiring or the opposition that perpetuates these cycles?

Focus does not determine causality. I am not the self.
An anger which is cool, reactive and nonreactive. A piercing silently and affirmation. Angry for myself.