I had one of those nights: Relaxing on my backyard patio in the warm air, looking into a starry night sky, and contemplating what it is to be. Pondering the mystery of existence–a mystery so grand that even brief meditations on the notion would force my eyes closed, as if to protect my brain from the overwhelming sensory inputs of the galaxies above me and the impossible task of placing myself in it all. A sense of place–maybe that’s what’s missing.

Nothing can be more exhilarating than the brief moments I can comprehend that this life is real, and not some kind of dream where I will wake up and everything suddenly makes sense. Which, I finally understand, gives way to the theory that reality is actually the dream, since reality, if you think about it, has more dream-like features (incomprehensibility aspects) than most day-to-day “real” experiences!

On another note, I have to send some love out for my current favorite band, 30 Seconds to Mars, for inspiring some of these thoughts tonight. Every once in a while, a group of people will make the kind of music that you can get lost in-the type of music that compells you to reflect, to create, to feel, and to amplify your energy to the universe for the length of the recording and beyond.

Wisdom Gained Today: An appropriate response after learning someone is occupying the bathroom after you have knocked on the door is: “No hurry.”