why does it so often need a car crash in western societies to realize the holiness of life before death, the splendor of a great goat cheese, the magnificence of spending the money and not saving anything, of making fools out of yourselves, going out and finding mates, of not giving a dang, of doing it for fun and doing it anyways no matter what, of living freely, of giving yourself away to a thrilling book or lover or tree or wind, of enjoying the touch of a loved one and the sensation of a new day till the pit of the core?
i don´t know either.