How would you ever know what part of this moment to focus on, to prioritise, to make a vehicle of progress? Where on earth are you supposed to attend? It seems so reckless doesn’t it? All of this. Without the slightest hint of an instruction! But then again, therein lies the dizzying freedom. And how much more reckless it would be to turn your life into an exercise of obedience. Life has already set the flavour of things, the naughtiness, by being here at all. Look at it. When the impossibility of possibility is here at the outset, all that’s left for you is to be a one-off expression of that same unchartedness.
Get it right, boy!
Constant Voice 