XII. Practice; teasing, footsteps, enough
It has taken me too long to identify what practice is. On a deeper level, this knowing is in itself a practice; what separates practice from an action but repetition? An isolated action can be a just that, or it can be the start to a practice. I always thought I was doing it wrong. I never thought I was doing enough. It's counterintuitive; a progress by stagnation. How can something be improved simply by continuing to do what doesn't work? I find it taunting. You want to know how to do something? You want to find understanding and knowledge? There is no road forward. There are only your feet on whatever path they are on. Nobody will tell you if your path is the correct one. In fact, there is no correct path, and perhaps no path at all. And then, at the end of it all, death. And before that, all the time we have in the world.