I don't care what your politics are, but I do suggest you pay attention to the next election and go out and vote. It doesn't matter; you can believe whatever you want to believe, but this is the time everybody should be paying a lot of attention.

I have found that searching for insight is more often than not a path to total darkness

Suddenly it makes sense again. In no haze of mindfulness, staring down at this snow-covered quilt of America, I am the stars exploding. Voice shot down to hell, half sick, half recovered, alive and well and ready. The unknown for now will remain as such and in this moment that feeling is not one of suspension. It is the hopeful unknown. Reaching into the future could only be good now as the past is wrapping itself in ribbons and pleasant packing paper, rarely to be revisited.

You don't have to push or pull or fight or win, the struggle is illusory. Sometimes or rather, all times, you just have to be.

And seemingly as winter has become spring, confusion has become insight.

The present's just a pleasant interruption to the past.

I don't care what your politics are, but I do suggest you pay attention to the next election and go out and vote. It doesn't matter; you can believe whatever you want to believe, but this is the time everybody should be paying a lot of attention.