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December 7, 2002 The Perfect Moment I'd like to share with you this moment of sound and sight and feeling united in one flashing fast yet lasting setting moment of the golden afternoon sun and all that orange, orange pink light not like any light you've ever known, but a presence, a force gilding the translucent glass slats of the front door, filling this room, this space on stilts, and I cant decide whether to look left or right, west or east, for to the east all that water and the wind today blowing it inward blowing it this way such that it feels as though aboard a ship plowing through it all, a river, and that sun barely left in this slice of the globe but igniting fires as it goes, tiny little explosions of red-orange light across the bay as that sun hits anything glass or metal, reflecting it back and though it's cold in here the sun is warm on my face. And my ferret is playful now, running at me, challenging me, leaping up and grabbing my leg fearless little man, wonderful, and now he's on the table gnawing hard on that the nipple of a box of wine and as I turn and observe his fierce struggle to get beyond that rubber plug I see he's made some headway as there is dried wine in a pool around the box. And the music on Rice Radio is triumphant, a hundred voices singing glorious triumph and intensity and the sun I see is gone now and with it those little fires to the east but I remain and the ferret remains and the water remains and the world has never been more beautiful or right, never more majestic than RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW! And to paraphrase Henry Miller if I had any sense I'd kill myself right now and be done with it, such is the rarity of said bliss. But die not, as did not Henry die, nor shall I. Instead rise up and be the brilliant blazing fire that you are, rise up and ignite the world if only in your final moments, as does the setting sun every day, every day of countless lucky days, lucky to be. Burn! Rage! And tonight sleep you the sleep of baby angels, of cherubs, of saints. Sleep sweet lullaby sleep and give thanks for the divinity that lives inside your heart. -His Lordship RSM the Duke of the Perfect Moment
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