Pierced is the self-deceptive veil.
Un-snooze the alarm that lets you be alive.
This is fine – even when it isn’t fine.
Wake up call
The temptation to check out and enter the zombie-like trance, to dis-integrate the who you are from the what is. A slap, a shock, a shivering snow blast – the wake up call to check in to yourself.
Aha
Even though they seem so far in between, aha moments actually abound all the time, engendering a fluttering vitalizing buzz – keen up the senses for harmony of eurekas, the symphony of alertness.
No escape
The key is not to engage a habit of escaping reality but to instill world-creative capabilities to the great correspondence of perfect-plain tangibility. This association instead of dis-association. The peace that is even when there isn’t peace.
