"Life is not a dream. Beware. And beware. And beware."

And so many think because it then happened, now it won’t. But didn't I mention the ongoing "wow" is happening right now? We are all co-authors of this dancing exuberance where even our inabilities are having a roast. We are the authors of ourselves, co-authoring a gigantic Dostoevsky novel, starring clowns. This entire thing we're involved with called the world, is an opportunity to exhibit how exciting alienation can be. Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time by moments, flabbergasted to be in each other's presence. The world is an exam to see if we can rise into direct experience. Our eyesight is here as a test to see if we can see beyond it. Matter is here as a test for our curiosity. Doubt is here as an exam for our vitality.

An assumption is that you cannot understand life and live life simultaneously. I do not agree entirely. And by saying this, I do not exactly disagree. I would say that life understood is life lived. But the paradoxes bug me, and I can learn to love the paradoxes that bug me. And on really romantic evenings like this one, I go salsa dancing with my confusion. Before I drift off. And remember. Because remembering is so much more a psychotic activity than forgetting.