It's like a mute tasting honey for the first time. The astonishment. The ecstasy. The dizzy, dizzy joy. I knew misery can only last so long. That darkness can only last so long. That somehow someday, falling will actually become flying. That the downward drop in this black abyss is actually an upward flight to paradise. For how am I to judge the substance of my own existence? A blind man can never see himself. There is no up and down; there is no left and right.

So for the first time today, I am flying. I have tasted the clouds, and they taste like lemonade. I have met the sun, and he says hello. I have found life in other planets. I have seen the edge of our universe. I have went beyond the edge of our universe. I had a dance with Shiva. I meditated with Buddha.

I fear tomorrow. You can't ask me to close my eyes again when I have seen beauty and perfection. There is only one solution left. The only solution. While I can still fly. While I can still fly. Gosh. I just love to fly.

Though I am misery itself, I hope I have been a light to them. I hope I have made the world a little better. A little happier. A little brighter. And a little more beautiful.