The words work nicely as a compulsive chant, or at least, they work better when recited repeatedly for relief, whatever needs relieving. I imagine it as a comforting lullaby in distressing times, and something to be repeated again and again with positive effect. I know for one when my mother died I began compulsively washing my hands every 15 minutes or so in the guest bathroom of the ICU...
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The words work nicely as a compulsive chant, or at least, they work better when recited repeatedly for relief, whatever needs relieving. I imagine it as a comforting lullaby in distressing times, and something to be repeated again and again with positive effect. I know for one when my mother died I began compulsively washing my hands every 15 minutes or so in the guest bathroom of the ICU...