Face the possibilities. All those visions sitting in the Chevy with no back seat and the smell of burnt engine oil violating your aroma therapy weren't just because you did some window pane in 1966. Awareness by any means is life solving and even if I frame mine by some moment as in the time I saw my beautiful captivating Mom by marriage standing in my doorway long after she was buried, it doesn't matter to me if it was a dream or a drug induced hallucination (it wasn't) I instantly supplanted my skeptical truth seeking nature with the awe of realization we are all connected by the orderliness of the universe. It wasn't one of those self serving conclusions like "if you accept Jesus, you'll die and get to heaven". What a deal! - say you believe and you'll get your greedy reward. It was more like Jesus was right about just giving of yourself and you'll find where it's at, my friend. So I've got this woman who was two days old when she was put into my life. She's the one you imagine in your deepest make-it-happen dreams. But there's also the woman who grounded me and saw the perfection in my purity - she's who diminishes all the crapola on Planet Earth in the 'teens. Notice the common element here of women who sanctify existence ? Oh wait, there's a third woman who means so much to me I flew across the country to say Happy Birthday to her. Oh! what's the use - we belie reduction and the realm's too expansive for instant mashed reality. Manfred Mann had it right when he said "it's like a douche in the rotor of the night". The real words are insignificant here if you've ever been blinded by the light.