karoshi

Yesterday, when I was driving in to work, I had a remarkably vivid mental image...it was more than an "image", which implies something flat and visual, it was more like "everything"-sights, sounds, feelings ("they talk in emotional aggregates"). This is going to come across as morbid, but I can assure you it was anything but.

I had Mogwai on the stereo, and "2 Rights Make 1 Wrong" was swelling to one of its glorious crescendos. I was coming up over the rim of Bee Creek canyon into a sunrise that was as spectacular as any movie sunset you could want. I had the feeling not of drive, but of sitting on the edge of a canyon, watching the sun come and listening to the music and having the sun rise above the lip of the canyon right as I opened my wrists and, in doing so, didn't so much die as just joined with that ecstatic scene of the music, the sunrise, the morning breeze, the grass, the everything. I felt like crying and not out of any sadness, but just that feeling of having very briefly brushed up against something so impossibly beautiful that you can't contain it.

My god.

All that is out there-you just have to look at it from the right angle to see behind the curtain.