Wee, but significant—the mindful part of me is solid-strong enough to protect from earthly happenings that are prone to scomfishing peaceful clarity.

Perhaps stone buddha is phronesis, not because it offers sage sayings, but because its effigy models a state worthy of echoes.

Reflection has resulted in quite the epiphany: a true cognoscente will never consider themselves such since humility is the virtue of the learner.

Harmony happens now that I have stopped trying to decussate unwanted thoughts and, instead, allowed them to flow past calm cogitations upon crossed calves. ; )