We sit not to escape but to arrive right here beneath the noise. Miracles happen when you stop interrupting the now. A feather floated onto my shoulder, told me softly, don’t try so hard. You didn’t come here to get it right. You came to remember how fun it is to get it wrong beautifully. The breeze sat down and said this: there’s no such thing as going back. So here we are, still arriving, still laughing, still on the way to exactly now what. We didn’t come here to get it right. We came to remember how fun it is to get it wrong beautifully. ───── [Lyrics: Mario Caoile]
