Life. Long-form improvisation, long-form experiment. Of course, the improv and experiment can be halted at any moment. We get to play our instrument, to vibrate, to sing, but we don't call the tune. The tune just happens to be called. Is there a caller? Who knows? A bit of a mystery there. So, yeah, every day is a gift. What to do? Live to the fullest. We are all ticking along on our own personal time-lines. Born here, die there. It's a weird thing, no doubt. Where's it all going? Who knows? It just goes.
Dylan: "Time is a jet-plane, it moves too fast." Right.
"The Life You Save May Be Your Own." Own it. Do it. Be it. Damn the torpedoes.