I forgot again. I had been lying in bed with the lights out for a little while when I jerked up suddenly remembering that I had not posted a truth. I don’t know why it matters to me to do this everyday. Perhaps it’s as simple as having one piece of discipline to which I can hold myself and to whose keeping I do not fail. I don’t meditate everyday. I don’t write everyday (aside from these). I don’t have a daily practice other than this, and I have long believed that I ought to. That were I any kind of serious practitioner or seeker or artist, I would work everyday toward what I want. Maybe I do, and it just doesn’t look like what I think it should. Maybe I don’t, and maybe that’s okay.