From 202c7e8fc2cee44c536b52aa72cc3d6ff5769d3d Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Madison Scott-Clary <makyo@drab-makyo.com>
Date: Tue, 1 Dec 2020 18:18:10 -0800
Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup

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 writing/unseeing/making-incense.html | 4 ++--
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 <h2 id="outline">Outline</h2>
 <ul>
 <li>On Lyut&rsquo;s life<ul>
-<li class="done3"> <a href="making-incense.html">On making incense</a></li>
+<li class="done4"> <a href="making-incense.html">On making incense</a></li>
 <li class="done2"> <a href="foraging.html">On foraging and fishing</a></li>
 <li class="done2"> <a href="cycles-heat.html">On cycles, days, weeks, sun, heat, seasons</a></li>
 <li class="done2"> <a href="zita.html">On Zita and the town below</a></li>
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 <p>To build a scent from the bottom up is to tell the first of three prayers of creation to Ýng, and Lyut works with devotion in his heart as he grinds. He does not speak his prayer; the sound of stone against stone are his words. He does not look up to the heavens where he knows Ýng to reside for sight is not a sense he possesses; allows, instead, his lord&rsquo;s presence to pierce his heart and travel down his limbs and guide the motions of his paws.</p>
 <p>The powder of the incense, thus created is sifted into a small bowl, the finest silt brushed from the mortar with the very tip of his tail.</p>
 <p>To mature incense in the quiet and the dry and the cool is to tell the second of three prayers of creation to Ýng, and Lyut again works with devotion in his heart as he unlimbers himself from where he had been kneeling and carries the bowl to the back of the cave where it will always be driest. He does not speak his prayer; the sound of his paws padding in dirt and fingertips dragging along stone wall are his words. He does not look for the shelf containing the other two incense bowls for sight is not a sense he possesses; allows, instead, his lord&rsquo;s presence to pierce his heart and travel down his limbs to place the bowl beside the other two.</p>
-<p>Lyut will then clean up his board, bringing it back into his cave and replacing unused ingredients in their bowls, jars, or baskets by touch and by scent</p>
-<p>At last, he will pick up the rightmost bowl in the line and scoot the other two up into its place and carry it to the mouth of his cave. Along the way, he will bend down and lift a dish filled with ash, and carry it with him as well.</p>
+<p>Lyut then cleans his board, bringing it back into his cave and replacing unused ingredients in their bowls, jars, or baskets by touch and by scent</p>
+<p>At last, he picks up the rightmost bowl in the line and scoots the other two up into its place and carries it to the mouth of his cave. Along the way, he bends down and lifts a dish filled with ash, and carries it with him as well.</p>
 <p>To lay the incense trail is to tell the third and final prayer of creation to Ýng, and Lyut works still with the devotion in his heart as he tamps down the ash in dish into a smooth plane with the tip of his finger, then draws a careful furrow in the fine powder, sowing incense in its wake. He does not speak his prayer; the rhythm of the tamping and the quiet hush of incense and ash are his words. He does not look at the boxy spiral he draws for sight is not a sense he possesses; allows, instead, his lord&rsquo;s presence to pierce his heart and travel down his limbs guide his left foreclaw while the right hand follows by touch, dropping the powdered incense in its wake.</p>
 <p>The presence of his lord burns bright within him. Lyut does not know light from darkness, but were he pressed to answer, he would say that Ýng&rsquo;s presence is that of light, Their absence that of dark, and by this point in the day, Lyut is filled with light.</p>
 <p>The prayers of destruction follow the prayers of creation.</p>