Im confused

           He did saywrite  three timesa third time  in white light  Didnt he

Yes  Im a careful a tedious reader  He wrote the third time  Three times

He only mentioned the last

Yes   In the white sunlight    Likely the distant hawk distracted him

It did didnt it

hawks always distracted him

it was his second totem animal the buffalo his first

he revered endurance to flight  

but enduring at times reduces one to flight even if that flight is manifested only in their head  psychic untethered flight  astral projection

escape

his first white light was out from everywhere  as if bathed in water

it cast no shadows

there was nowhere for a shadow to be

there was no nook or crannyno leeway to provide solace

shadows have to wait their turn

they begrudge waiting

otherwise would be unnatural

                                                                                                                 he woke in unnatural light

the sound of a door opening

the metallic slip of a latchbolt against its strikeplate

there were only two doors to the room

neither were open

it was night

he saw it through the window

then suddenly he was immersed in a brilliant white unnatural light

sitting up he held his arms out

first his left

then his right

neither threw a shadow on the thin blue cotton blanket

then as sudden as he was surrounded

it snapped off

he was blind

he sat and listened

                                           s l o wly nights light returned to his eyes

returning him to exactly where he knew he was  in the bed he slept

he was puzzled

but he was more tired than puzzled  he laid back down

he took the light into his sleep to examine it

it was bright in his eyes

and while he meditated on its being it slipped with him into dreaming becoming a flickering yellow torch he held to see his way through a familiar labyrinth

he often dreamed of labyrinth and minotaurs and Ariadnes string

her string was a bind

he had little use of it since he haunted dreamed labyrinths since he was a teenager

labyrinths consoled him

waking life wasnt much different  if one was patience they could seerealise the various ways before them to go

he kept away from boxed canyons and precipices  away from fake ways

there were always the other sides of coins other facets of cut stones

he wasnt always patience

he learned it as he learned everything he knew and learned he was aware of their existence and the other ways to see thingswear others shoes the Or and or and other ors

things became less problematic                                                                                           

often there was only to accept

if he refused to accept

he deluded himself

he was first an idealist

an idealisthowever  who accepted reality

he wasnt averse to reality if it was the only way

then he went ahead of that reality like a sail powering a vessel to harbor

then jumped ship

1303,  Monday,  15  5. 17

1007,  Twosday,  16  5. 17

1345 remaining days or fewer Russian buhbye

Hidden Orchestra  Tired and Awake  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chmcsMW8q5M