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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, because....it's not familiar.

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    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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