There is only now. Just sit for a moment and experience all that is now - your heartbeat and the blood pouring through you - a road race inside, your palm touching the wood table, the slurry of busy noise in the room, the air making your nostrils cold, your belly rising, the colors on the book shelf. All in This moment. The way your hand crumples the paper, the quiet behind all the noise, deep within. This algorithm. ALL is only NOW.
Gone Fishin' If humans are the only intelligent beings why are we (Stan and I) standing in 6 inches of streaming Farm River to catch a fish big enough to feed us? Ain't gonna happen! Don't even really know if there's any sign of worm left on my hook, and I think Stan's snagged on another rock (not the hook - Stan's snagged!). I traipse through the rapids in my rubber feet and help him up. Our resolve to catch a fish is long gone. Somehow we've trekked too far up river - Deliverance territory - and for some reason the water is creeping into my shorts. I scurry over the billions of treacherous stones at the river bed to grab Stan, who's becoming too entranced by the current, and pull us both to shore. There was no worm on his pole either. But we're lovin' it! Seems like all the insects have...
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