Monday, September 2, 2019
Pain happens, physical, mental. It's not pleasant to listen to someone complain, therefore, places of lamentation exist. Lohbado liked to pour his heart out to holes in the ground, or to spill his guts into cracks in the pavement, then to let it all go. Let water from the fountain flow into his mind and wash away sorrow. Let water from the fountain fill you with great joy.