And when all else fails...

 Sit alone for a moment outside at night...the evening breeze will figure-eight itself around you like a cat nuzzling at your feet...moments will slow... Then sort of stretch...allowing themselves to rock gently in a hammock-like paragraph of rest and calm...everything kind of slides off...as if gravity has turned to liquid and you are cloud-like, or mist. Your nerves and muscles tingle as they settle and fall limp. The tingle kind of trickles down to the ground below...and then for a few breaths...you kind of blur into this scene of everything...the stars may not be talking to you, but you can feel that they are aware of you, as you are aware of them...and for a few breaths, now, forever, back then, tomorrow, yesterday, all kind of relax their formality and you relax too...everything stops thinking, and grace splashes a bit, breaking the stillness of the great surface...barely and briefly...but it's nice to let go of our self and our mind, and remember those things, that thing, so hard to describe...like hearing a song in someone elses head...the flutter of senses that were familiar before our current 5, before we tried to make the universe fit through our mind like trying to fold a big map or twister game board into a coin purse...

And then - THWAMP! Were f**king jolted right back into whatever it is that were avoiding, or were about to do, are tired of doing, afraid of, etc... And then we look around hoping no one saw us being all free and dreamy and lame and s**t.

 Hopefully we laugh at ourselves and with ourselves.

 Sometimes that has to be enough for me.