and experience is a work of imagination, turned and reviewed, all a-flicker and ungraspable. It changes even as you examine it, what seems solid is not. Walking the London park and cloud-gazing, I wonder if the greatest truth is all contained in that fleeting flash of self-forgetting and ecstasy, all other truths consequent and ancillary to it, though still infused with the same strand of stardust magic. And could this whole swirling universe be wrapped within the big-bang ecstasy flash, from the dinosaurs to the Romans, all spent in a few galactic seconds? Life is chaos and light. And then we’re walking back for coffee and I’m happy and done-wondering. It’s so simple. Just pass your time with the people you love.
