Certainty

It's 5:40 AM.

You know, sometimes the world just makes sense. You'll be reading the Times and threatening your coffee with diabetes when clarity will show up tracking dirt on a welcome mat you bought more for cleanliness than for the genuine eagerness of company. That kind of vivid truth and understanding that you really can't anticipate unless you are in possession of just the right amount of cannabis and a sci-fi movie with slight philosophical preaching woven unsubtly into the dialogue.

I wish I had the pithy, the succinct ability to describe the complete awareness of such a moment. When each sense is cracked open faster than the last Sixer at a Leafs playoff game. Monetary conundrums, relationship woes, familial grudges, all suddenly so trivial. Then at the entertainment section of the paper you find out David Carradine died of auto erotic asphyxiation. Truly a boon to existentialists everywhere.