
During meditation, perhaps you noticed dust motes floating in the air - and with your finely-honed karate senses, you noticed that each dust mote is itself a small constellation of other dust motes, each a tiny organelle in what might be some kind of organic-adjacent tiny dust animal.
What might their goal in life be?
How do they experience the softly-drifting air of the dojo?
by Isabelle's boyfriend
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