Resolute.

Put more weight on the bar. Grind, grind, grind. Get it up. Discrimination Between what's important And... And the perpetual feeling Of having missed your exit. Get it up. Grind, grind, grind. Put more weight on the bar. There's a stillness after you've done what's needed. Nothing to be said; the work speaks for itself. Without being seen, or heard, it's felt. Beyond feeling, it's known. Experienced like the movement of the earth. In relation to something else, Like the clouds, Or the stars, With beams of light across the vast darkness. There's a subtle perception. Smaller than an electron, It contains uncountable galaxies. Put more weight on the bar. Get it up. Grind. Grind. Grind.