Hey Mr.Tambourine man play a song for me.. I'm not sleepy n there is no place I'm going to..

At 5a.m. when I should be asleep in bed but have instead spent all night starting at a computer screen.. random thoughts race through my head that I must write down.. I must get them out so I can sleep.. so I can close my eyes and be consumed by the silence that follows the explusion of my thoughts. I read what I wrote when I woke up this afternoon and decided to put it out here.. to let it find some sense somewhere out here!

Happiness is unpredictable in its effects. It makes unanticipated connections, it links people unexpectedly.

It lives side by side with its confidant, its interlocutor, its intimate other-the misanthrop, the malcontent, the melancholiac.

Happiness is a party, open doors. It is hospitable, undiscriminating, expansive, contagious.

Happiness makes you forget-it moves you from the opacity of the past into translucent potentiality: all that you dream of is possible.

Happiness spreads outwards in all directions, overflows. It is not only departure but return -from all directions, simultaneously.

Happiness is a monologue but is punctuated by the pause for applause.
It is epic in its proportions but has no grand design or plot. It does not name, measure or stop in one place; it has no secrets.

Happiness used to be shy but now basks in the sun, naked, loving itself.