Day Twenty Five

It was Sunday, October 26th.

Such an unbelievably beautiful day.

The kind of day where,

it’s almost hard to believe,

that there is anything wrong with the world.

Unfortunately,

we know otherwise.

It’s like this ominous feeling,

that seemingly hangs over almost everything.

As if carefree days,

are forever behind us.

I strongly disagree with that sentiment.

I think that we all need to back way up, and look at the big picture.

The problems were all becoming life-endingly massive anyway.

All that is currently going on,

as unbelievably scary as it all is,

that’s just a distraction,

from what’s a whole lot scarier,

which is that even prior to,

it’s like nobody really has a clue.

Same old same old,

or anything that looks anything like that,

just is not going to get the job done.

These days I’m just letting it all hang out,

as I don’t think we have the luxury not to.

When I was a little kid I started having these way-down-the-road experiences that I think of as being the universe intersecting with my life.

I’ve spent my entire life first having,

then trying to understand,

and then trying to figure out how to express what this experience was about.

It was all rehearsals.

It was always for and about this time, this place, now.

This is the most exciting,

the very best time to be alive on this planet ever.

This is a primitive planet that is about to wake up.

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