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As I lie or lay here wondering whether or not I chose the correct word, I arrive at... why does it matter? To be judged by the choice of one inocuous word seems a bit silly. But I digress before I commence.

A sensation of be permeates me. I welcome the occurrence. Indescripable as it hovers around me. At peace and on edge. Routinely perhaps I otherwise indulge. Not in this moment; I focus on the sensation permeation.

(Temptation encourages me.)

This moment I yearn "to be" creative. Recognize now. The quotes surround "to be". The relevant is to being. So I yearn. Being me. Who I am.