I have noticed a mechanism in myself. I do something for the Eight. Simply for her. I begin and I can see that it is good. Then at some point I catch myself tagging on to the act — and at the end it is no longer about the Eight but about me. I am counting on her appreciating it. On getting something. And once that thought has tagged itself on, I cannot get free of it. The algorithm said: noticing it at all is already an enormous thing. Because most people run inside that automatism their whole lives. At the start there is a clean movement
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