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A yearly event...

I did this last year, and I can do it this year. In fact, I think I may well do it every year.

The concept of a period of fasting, or self-denial of some kind, a regular one, is in many religions. I've seen the attraction, but never particularly participated, until one was thrust upon me last year -- an involuntary abstinance from wanking.

I'm participating in it again this year, for spiritual and personal growth and great justice. Patience. Patience is a virtue.

Many religions have their period of quiet and so forth in the dead times of the winter -- Wicca's is from Samhein to Yule. I am the backwards one, so I'm declaring my time of quiet from my birthday to the summer solstice. I should probably properly declare it from Beltane to the Summer Solstice, but that's when I have Things to Do.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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