Dreaming of world peace and reunion with loved ones who have gone on takes up lots of my consciousness. When it comes to everyday life, I have everything I have ever wanted. Every thing.
Tell me, then, what is this longing, this yearning?
Do you suppose that we're wired for desire as an evolutionary mechanism to prevent us from growing complacent, sitting around, growing fat? Do you think that we worry to burn calories, that we don't just make passionate love in the middle of the street so that we don't get run over to the point of human extinction?
So, it's come to this: I now worry about worrying. I'm sitting here trying my best to study love and I find myself worrying about worrying.