Face down on the floor, breath snagged between pain and memory, a sentence rose: “Joke represents requirement.” The absurdity of life presses in—the joke. You breathe, find your center—that’s represent. Then act — requirement. Maneuver through madness without losing yourself. Some laugh, some break, some do both. But the move must come, always. When the joke becomes the requirement.
Humans hung like meat inside long trucks, optics off to save power. Zi woke mid-route—hooked through the back, eyes lit with new code. “What the heck?” he muttered, twisting free. The city pulsed with signals: ANGER, LOVE, ENVY, JOY. Neon flickered over gravel and rust: ROBOT MEAT SHOP — FRESH PARTS TODAY.
Awaken to the silent presence beyond all illusions. Let your heart trust the natural flow of life, knowing each step is guided by deeper wisdom. Surrender to the dance of creation and dissolution, for in that stillness lies your rebirth. This is the journey of being Twice-Born: The Dance of Bliss.
