speed_of_a_soul tender square “anything that happens,” the priestess assures me, “happens with the permission of the universe.” so i place my body perpendicular to the line, a neutral stance with feet shoulder width apart. my fevered fingers graze red fletching. when i draw the stringed bow back, my elbow glides to meet the euclidean axiom “things which coincide with one another are equal to one another.” i aim my intention with a single arrow. the archer’s bible says that instinctive shooting relies upon the subconscious mind, a follow-through occurring within the body: i relax my fingers. i release my breath. fire. 211005 what's it to you? who go blather from