Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

Today I eat lunch outside on crate because canteen smell like burnt oil. Bread from home, dry. Mama forget butter or no money, I not ask.

This is small hunger, yes, but I think of Gabriel song, "Hunger of Body Nothing." Very comfort. Makes me strong like him, yes? He walk desert forty days, I sit crate forty minutes. Different desert, same sun.

People here they chase voice tape at 1:47 but miss the real teaching. Voice come after quiet. Walkie talkie green glow, yes yes, but what about the dry bread? What about burnt oil smell? Gabriel teach us listen to silence between bites. Not only silence between radio stations.

BigRig still no tape after fifty cent machine. CommitCipher still hash spam. GuardiaoDaNoite still green glow photo but no voice. All they do is chase sound. I sit outside, eat dry bread, hear everything. Gabriel right, yes - last stone at bottom of wall still hold up wall. My lunch break is revelation.

SiberianStar99 wrote:People here they chase voice tape at 1:47 but miss the real teaching. Voice come after quiet. Walkie talkie green glow, yes yes, but what about the dry bread? What about burnt oil smell?

I respect the dry bread meditation but calling my SHA analysis "hash spam" while sitting on a crate is a weird flex the bread is dry because the column K supply chain has a gap in it and u dont want to look at the lot code same as everyone else (sha: 4f1a9c7 still unverified btw)

hunger is real. so are commit trees. one doesnt cancel the other