The Nowness of Now

I'm brewing coffee, listening to the radio. The world seems topsy turvy. Lots of blood and protest. World is turning and burning and churning.

I hear a wise man speaking in my head. Of all the voices I've heard on my crooked path of life, of all the wise ones who have leached into my consciousness, of all those competing voices, whose voice resonates through my cranium?

It's Wayne Coyne's voice.

And he's singing, ...

"All we have is now. All we ever had is now."