Sunday, March 15, 2009

When it was over, all I could think about was how this entire notion of oneself, what we are, is just this logical structure, a place to momentarily house all the abstractions. It was time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery that I had been a part of. And it was a gift. I was dreaming, yet life was raging all around me, and every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the contradictory impulses. That's what I loved the most -- connecting with the people. Looking back, that's all that really mattered.

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