Then there's that other passage in the
Tao of Wu where RZA talks about gettin' locked out of his mansion upstate and sleepin' on the grass.
He found the good in that shit, predictably. He never loses his connection to the whole beautiful terrifying natural cycle of it all.
To life. Learn from that shit. Nah mean? Fuck.
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