alas for me.
but here, from The Wisdom of the Heart:
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. In this state of god-like awareness one sings; in this realm the world exists as poem.
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see what i mean?
it IS all about the sprinklers and the clementines--precisely these.
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