"To the Mattresses"

I bought two little notebooks yesterday. I'm going back to basics. A pen, a piece of paper, make notations, try to re-imagine the world. I'm kind of in an "Amazing Grace" moment in reverse: I could see, now I'm blind; I was found, but now I'm lost. This is a time of opportunity. Everything has a new "glow," the world is less sunny, more resonant. Nothing is life and death, except life and death. There is no fear worth fearing. I don't know why I'm here - one day, just showed up and one day, I'll slip away. In the meantime...