The days are long. Lots of blue sky. Warm temps, beautiful, sparkling blue lake. We found a zone of space. Quiet. Contemplative. Soulful. We know the planet is on fire, but here everything seems fine. The thought descends upon us: "Everything is gonna be alright."
Can that be true? Well, of course not. There is no "everything," there is no "alright." We are always rolling and tumbling. Everything is always morphing, changing becoming something else. It's okay, ride the wave, see what happens next. That's enough.