Thanks to my friend, Ajay Dandavati (forksandtines.wordpress.com), I have been able to feel a little bit more this morning. It seems we get so caught up in fighting the water that is around us that our surroundings become numb. We swim upstream. We stop swimming altogether. DFW was an incredible loss to the literary community and to each of our existence. May we all remember today that this is water.
“It just depends what you want to consider. If you’re automatically sure that you know what reality is, and you are operating on your default setting, then you, like me, probably won’t consider possibilities that aren’t annoying and miserable. But if you really learn how to pay attention, then you will know there are other options. It will actually be within your power to experience a crowded, hot, slow, consumer-hell type situation as not only meaningful, but sacred, on fire with the same force that made the stars: love, fellowship, the mystical oneness of all things deep down.
Not that that mystical stuff is necessarily true. The only thing that’s capital-T True is that you get to decide how you’re gonna try to see it.”