Get some rest because forever is ahead

Weird, let us not go to war with the plants.

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Tomas Tranströmer wrote:

In the bottom drawer I find a letter which arrived for the first time twenty- six years ago. A letter written in panic, which continues to breathe when it arrives for the second time.
A house has five windows; through four of them daylight shines clear and still. The fifth window faces a dark sky, thunder and storm. I stand by the fifth window. The letter.
Sometimes a wide abyss separates Tuesday from Wednesday, but twenty-six years may pass in a moment. Time is no straight line. but rather a labyrinth. and if you press yourself against the wall, at the right spot, you can hear the hurrying steps and the voices, you can hear yourself walking past on the other side.
Was that letter ever answered? l don`t remember, it was a long time ago. The innumberable thresholds of the sea continued to wander. The heart continued to leap from second to second, like the toad in the wet grass of a night in August.
The unanswered letters gather up above, like cirrostratus clouds foreboding a storm. They dim the rays of the sun. One day l shall reply. One day when l am dead and at last free to collect my thoughts. Or at least so far away from here that l can rediscover myself. When recently arrived I walk in the great city. On 25th Street, on the windy streets of dancing garbage. I who love to stroll and merge with the crowd, a capital letter T in the infinite body of text.

Majelanik reply:
If only one unopened letter was receive in 26 years, had it been a blank letter? Or mistakenly sent? Was the address written incorrectly? Perhaps no more letters were sent because the author ashamed. Was the author a pariah? Do you think now, a response, would be sensible? Was it written to elicit a response? Does the hope of a response stultify over time and, if so, should those that wait find solace in neglect?

In the future there's a bench so smooth that it feels like sitting on water. There people drown in, absorb, and breathe creativity. This bench incorporates motion replicating the waves of oceans. Its temperature ranges from 32°f to 75°f. Nature is at the disposal of the present and future. When does this future get realized?