So here we are, another story about how the woman in the shoe had too many dogs; how the frogs woke up before the last snow and got really horse; how the systems heat up and the universe did not collapse—and you were worried about how to pay the rent, stop the rain, refrain from a single thought that has gotten you into BIG trouble in the last few years.

            Always live on the edge (la dolce vita) of a single concept: “If you don’t enjoy now, you ain’t goin’ enjoy then.”—J.P. 

“Be here now,” is so old school, like dragons in England that found their way to China to be in parades, then flew to Iceland where they were immortalized.

            Aren’t you ready to live outside the norm, to laugh at what people say, to decide that other people’s opinions are like shooting stars, cool, interesting, but fleeting as an outside cat chasing a rabbit down the sunrise streets.

            Come on now, you know everything you need to know, so remind yourself of the simplicity of it all: Get a damn good night’s sleep and be happy.  Jump rope.  Cope.  Live in the eye of the hurricane.  Take vitamins that have patents. 

Oh, no, not now, it is all about whole foods and organic thoughts and elixirs that are sold over the counter like the cowpoke in your past life who rolled into Dodge and sold snake oil to the farmers who bought it by the barrel, as they really had a lot of aliments and traded it to the Indians for turkeys or corn or some other trinkets.

            You, in your hour of need, you, on the plateau of human dilemma, you, who are wiser than an old coot, as sly as a new fox with a litter, as perfect as a sky night at 9,000 feet shedding allurement and enchantment, where 90% of city-dwelling children, really believe, now this is an actual fact: That there are only about 10 stars anyway in the scattered light of artificial city, incandescent everything.

            But not you, you have glory days, and camping trips and your actual initials carved in a pine tree by a river bloated in the spring. You have truth racing through your veins, and alarming lessons that have let you out, like that country cat, like that secret left by grandma in the attic, like a parable spoken of at church before the great collapse.

            So, as the world turns, as the earth renews, as the people exchange places, as you and yours walk down the aisle with new betrothals, the reality is still the same: “Enjoy every bit of it!” The rest is hearsay and heresy on the fruited planes, on the highways and byways and short sales and long hauls that collide in a heart filled with joy and wonder, as there really are, now this is not a fact in a book, but a look up, there really are billions of stars.

            Venture out of your citified unification and broad land strokes of what is and, “Get thee to a nunnery.”—W.S.

            Hey, you just have to quote Shakespeare once in a while, right?

            Today is the day where you steep in it, enjoy it, relish it, become the dream, feel the universal appeal, grow into knowing, and let the energies of an eternal world shoot out of your eyes and fingertips until you rise up to comic book status and, do as we all really must:“Try to take over the world,”  Pinky.