1. surge on my dear brother, surge on
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3. painting... visiting the guru:
Michael spent that whole night restlessly questing the guru... listening to his mad songs... drinking his blood red wine... sitting by his side, unable to make eye contact with his bright blue eyes.
The fire was beginning to go out, and the sun was pouring its light up and over the hills like a spilt glass of milk. The morning fog weaved its way between and strangled the mountain peaks like a snake as the guru spoke. Taking one last big puff of his pipe, looking tenderly at Michael and letting out a laugh from the bottom of his belly, he said: "you worry too much, my boy. Your forehead is wrinkled with confusion. Your palms are sweaty and clenched to tight. Go on home now. I promise, the answers will come... they'll come..."