There are those moments when you come to that rude awareness of your own sentience. Hey, you say. I am not a rock or a piece of PVC pipe. I am not a tree or a dust mop. I am a sentient being! I am aware of my own existence! And how utterly kickass that moment truly is.
You may carry this thought even further and say to yourself: what a magnificent, truly remarkable thing it is to be a living being, to even exist in the first place! How majestic the Universe and how large!
We were not owed a life, or a Universe. They just sort of happened, without our advice or consent.
And then you say: Oh, holy crap. I forgot to do the thing, and pay the bill, and call what’s-his-face. And there’s that moment of satori done with. And you better believe that the next one’ll be a long time coming, my friend.
