He’s not meeting the past as he’s too excited for the future. Been trying to wash out the nothing, the no imperfection of a kind. See something he started and forgot to continue. A shortcoming present.
“Conceal the heart as the wise precaution,” his master said.
“Really? If we would, shouldn’t we should? What if, it is?”
“What it is doesn’t mean it should.”
“What makes it should then?”
“A virtue.”
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