The Art Of Living-author unknown}]

To touch the cup with eager lips
And taste, not to drain it;
To woo and tempt and court a bliss
And not to attain it;
To fondle and caress a joy,
Yet hold it lightly;
Lest it become necessity
And cling too tightly;
To see the sun sink in the West
Without regretting;
To hail the advent in the East,
The night forgetting;
To have enough to spare,
To know the joy of giving;
To thrill response to every
Sweet of life-
Is Living.

I felt the sudden need to take a walk at 5am.
That happens NEVER

I was shown where my final hours had been spent. Chills. I was wondering about an exact date and time and room, but I really don't give a FUCK.

Then I noticed 8 angels holding hands in a circle in front of the old movie theater, and I felt so happy they were celebrating at last.

There was also some type of boogly woogly in the sewer following me on my walk. It was making a lot of noise. Bi-pedal, weighs no more than 30-40 lbs. Seems quick. Thinking maybe this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddtonXuppHs

It made me jump at first, which got me thinking. What if fear was a built in weaponized impulse they installed in order to keep us tame and lame.?

and wtf is this thing? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcKpx2DxGwY and more importantly, why am i even asking?