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Whenever I drink coffee, and shut my eyes, I immediately feel as though my hair is being electrically charged, and serenely blown backward, at an obtuse angle, akin to a flame of a candle.

Healthy thymos = wholesome ethymos.

Healthy phrenes = wholesome phrœnesis.

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It depends on whether one is merely tired, or critically physically incapacitated in some way; if only the former, and one stands to gain something from overcoming it —even in a suboptimal state—, one should always push on; if the latter, one should autoscopically detect whether it is optimal to pull back/surgically split in order to properly reconnect afterward, and make the according decision.

To the faithful impulse of opening oneself —with order— to spontaneity is apposed the prudent prophylaxis of protecting onself against injury.