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What I Might Do Is Watch Mrs Doubtfire. Or Dead Poets Society Or Good Will Hunting And I Might Be Nice To People, Mindful Today How Fragile We All Are, How Delicate We Are, Even When Fizzing With Divine Madness That Seems Like It Will Never Expire.

What It Felt To Me Was Like The Dissolution Of My Idea Of Myself. I Felt Like Separateness Evaporated. I Felt This Tremendous Sense Of Oneness. I'm Quite An Erratic Thinker, Quite An Adrenalized Person, But Through Meditation, I Found This Beautiful Serenity And Selfless Connection. My Tendency Towards Selfishness, I Felt That Kind Of Exposed As A Superficial And Pointless Perspective To Have. I Felt Very Relaxed, A Sense Of Oneness. I Felt Love.

Then, Of Course, Through The Umbilical Link We All Tumble Backwards Down The Spiralling Dna Staircase To One Common Ancestor In Africa, And Before That Some Bunch Of Curious Monkeys. Down And Down We Go Unto The Sea, Unto The Dust, The Single Cellular Dust. What Impulse Drove One Cell To Become Two? What Yearning Pulled The Fish On To The Land? What Caused Apes To Walk Upright? Some Invisible Magnetic Pull. Is There A Difference Between Attraction And Intention? Where Is Evolution Taking Us?

Today's 'sesame Street' Will Not Be Brought To You By The Number 34 Or The Letter D.

I've Been Wanting To Tell People My Theory About What Goes On After Time. It's Beyond Our Consciousness. We Get Glimpses Of It Between The Infrared And The Ultraviolet - The Narrow Narrow Corridor Of Light That We Are Able To Perceive.