Always falling into a hole then saying “ok this is not your grave get out of hole” getting the hole which again also that another one sometimes within or many holes holes them one after other “this hole” being pushed “you can push me it my grave” and defiantly again without any pushing set whose structures are predictable ideological long dug often structural impersonal holes with other people our mass all together together hands legs arms human ladders each to grave but will only be gotten together willful-falling because easier than really once in it realizing eventually languishing there for days weeks months years while very difficult still climb you know there’s just another surveying landscape wishing high quality final hole thinking who has fallen graves might better if they were too ardently contemplating trying avoid provisional ones dutifully out perfect fortitude “look at skill spirit I rise from resembles isn’t!”