This state: when abruptly I find myself at ease with everything, as though I were receiving cosmic dictation; when it appears that everything has been prepared and I am merely the happy-go-lucky stenographer.
In this state, I receive messages. Which is nuts. And, when I follow these messages, my life improves. Which is lucky + nuts.
As I stand writing these notes, an orange tabby cat walks up to me, right here on the corner of a busy city block in Shinjuku. The orange cat sits on his back paws and stares right into me.
Because I wish to be sane -- which is perhaps a mistake -- I stop just shy of interrogating the cat.