Cause everything is okay. More okay than I have ever imagined. Sometimes you just get the feeling that This is That, what you have been suffering for or for what you have lived for so far. And this sensation is overwhelming. For real. Unbelievable. And it is for real. And the “for real” party is asking me quite frequently “are you real?”.
I am. And so are we. And therefore nothing else much matters. There is only us.