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  • Sunsets are watercolors. They appear for many reasons. I think they appear to bring us back to the present moment; to the possibility of consciousness. To remind us of a moment without control.

    Yet constantly it seems, we are looking for a way to buy/sell/make/shape/kill/give time. It's only when we let go, free-fall, do we have the most power. When we surrender to the moment, quantum collapses occur. In these moments, we have the most ability to create. We're all so scared,'s not familiar.


    On the train last night, a man was swaying, drifting to sleep on himself. Sideways and forward, he almost fell on me. Instead of ignoring this funny sight, instead of getting angry, I burst out laughing. It was a perfectly symmetrical moment that most New Yorkers wouldn't acknowledge.

    I got such joy from laughing. Honestly, genuinely laughing. And because I wasn't supposed to laugh, I laughed more. Harder as I got the stiff stares of people that wondered if I was crazy. Ah, to laugh and be looked at. And in that moment, nothing mattered. I felt like a kid again. I filled with such wonderful joy. I didn't care what anyone thought. All the struggles I'd faced: a long workday, being a prisoner in my mind, the stress of being here and wanting to be there. They were gone.

    I meet a lot of people on trains. I meet a lot of people. I pass a lot of people. A lot of people pass me.

    Lately, it all feels like rolling dice. Each instant a possibility. Any moment can change your life. Anyone can enter your life, if you're open. What a spectacular prospect to hold. Or at least, a spark to encourage engagement among us, a thought to get us out of thinking.
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