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There is always much to do, but a certain amount of cushion rest, too, a stretching the bones for a bit before the rap at the door, a gaze out the window. But now all the small time is on the plate too. All the morning tea waking in the dark to watch the building clock face luminesce beside the twin stop lights, red red, green green, yellow--, and the one roof lit by the clock face, whether shingled or ridged with aluminum siding I forget to check once the sun is up and I am on my way, and all the mornings gaining their chill and the letters in the box and the books in the boxes and the tea in paper sleeves, the tea cooling in the pot forgotten in the hurried stretches behind the slow driver--they blur--and for good reason--I have not been here.

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"As self-consciousness, the I regards itself; and the pure expression of this is 'I=I,' or: 'I am an I.'"

--Hegel, "Summary of Self-consciousness from the 'Phenomenology of Spirit' in the Philosophical Propaedeutic."

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# of hours: 12

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