Good morning.

Good morning to you.

So yesterday I was standing in front of my bookshelf, lighting and incense, which by the way

I have been on the hunt for incense that actually smells like the inside of a church or an

ashram, you know, in India, just like a very sacred, you know, holy smell.

And I have spent lots of money on lots of cheap incense and different types.

And of course you think, you know, frankincense and mar, it's what it says even in the Bible.

But there's something, there was something missing.

And so after a bunch of research, I found benzoin, benzoin, B-E-N-Z-O-I-N, benzoin.

You can do a search for like benzoin, resin, incense sticks.

And you can thank me later.

In case you like the smell of like a Catholic mass.

It reminds me of my childhood, but it also is just a very not perfumey incense.

It's not as pungent as like a sage, just very pleasant and smells divine.

So I digress.

So anyway, I'm standing in front of the bookshelf and I'm lighting this incense happily because

I finally found it just like a week ago.

And I see a book that I had been seeing for the last four days.

Like every time I'm lighting this incense, this one book of lots of other books is like

staring back at me.

So I finally just say, okay, fine, I grab it and it flops open to a particular page because

there was an envelope folded in half where that page was.

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