Spaced

 

Americans need to space out more often. Being spacey is usually considered a flaw. But people who have no space between their thoughts, no spaciousness in their heart beat, no delicious hollow to dive into at the core of their brain, that vast ballroom where the chandelier of the pituitary hangs with its ten billion candles, then what are they? Dense bundles of stress, tied up in knots of useless thinking, which is often called "politics." I space out beyond the rim of the universe for 20 minutes every morning and evening. Then I come back inside my warm fur. I learned this foolish art from My Guru, and from my dogs, Willy and Bowie, who are angels now. Please, America, for God's, get spaced out!