"On this bridge, Lorca warned, Life is not a dream; beware, and beware, and beware. And so many think, because then happened, now isn't, but didn't I mention? The ongoing wow, is happening right now. We are all co-authors of this dancing exuberance where even are inabilities are having roast. We the authors of ourself, co-authoring a gigantic Kafkaesque novel staring clowns. This entire thing we are involved in called the world is an opportunity to exhibit how exciting alienation can be. Life is a matter of a matter of a mirical, collected over time by moments flabbergasted to be in each others presences. The world is an exam, to see if we can rise to the direct experiences: our eyesight is here as a test to see if we can see beyond it, matter is a test of our curiosity, doubt is here as an exam of our vitality. Thomas man wrote, that he would rather participate in life then write a hundred stories. Jacqamedie, was once runned down by a car, and he recalled being lulled into a lucid state, a sudden exhiliration, as he recalls thinking, "At last! Something is happening to me!" An assumption devlops, you can not understand life and live life at the same time. I do not agree entirely, which is to say that I do not exactly disagree. I would say, that life understood IS life lived, but the paradoxes bug me. I can learn to love, and make love to the paradoxes that bug me, and on really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion. Before you drift off, don't forget, which is to say, remember, because remembering is so much more a psychotic activity than dreaming, Lorca, in that same poem wrote, the iguana will bite those who do not dream. And, as one relieazes, that one is a dream figure, in another persons dream, THAT is self awareness."
Speed Levitch- Waking Life