If happiness is the goal, why not live in a dream: a velvet coffin floating in a soft stream through a warm and endless evening? Nature couldn't know we'd ever have guessed our node of pleasure, locus of our lust... So can't we tickle it now, eternally, and pray not to be rudely waked some day?
opted for the scarier profile pic, i see.
ReplyDeletenice poem.
--marg