I wish I could make the argument that a river and a sunset plus a calm disregard of the ego are enough. But whatever comes next must include tents in the parking lot, that homeless camp on the way to the airport, and the hole in your cheek from the cancer removed yesterday. I said last night, in the few seconds before I fell asleep, You do realize, don’t you, everything is falling apart? You said, OK, I’ll try to keep that in mind. And now it is starting to be late again, just like every other night for the last seventy-five years. Fear and love, a friend said in an impromptu speech at his surprise birthday party, we all live caught between fear and love. He tried to smile as he spoke, then sat down. Yesterday you saw the moon from the operating table where they were about to cut you. Look! you demanded, and the surgeon bent and turned to see it from your angle, knife in hand.