Can I keep up my (re)budding morning meditation? I shouldn't even talk about it; words detract from it. It should have no purpose other than itself, yes. Nevertheless, I find it's the only thing that keeps me from the feeling that Joe alluded to: the "You're kidding me? That was it?" at the end of the day, or the spiral eyes in Matt Groening's Life In Hell rabbit. It gives me a purchase on the moments. And then oh, it's good, even when it ain't.