Stop Thinking!

The 2nd Trump Presidency Begins To express my own Whitmanesque "barbaric yawp", constrained by internal (and external) barriers, mentally constipated, I merely mutter, feel pressures steadily mounting. Hesitant, I expel grunts and breaths -- disinhibit streams of consciousness, encourage verbal fluidity, ease the heaviness I feel, the weight upon my chest. I breathe deeply. Physiological processes require tiring conscious effort. I decide to be calm, to relax, to direct myself away from temporal reality to mere existence without excess self-awareness, without fearfiul anticipation of "future", which other animals on earth seem happily to lack. (Or do they?) Stop thinking! (No! Don't!)