one day, it will be you and me and you and me and
one day, it will be only us, loving the sunshine that
infiltrates the gaps in our smiles

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 a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and Ii had been a part of that. it was a gift. 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. - waking life.