Pritty sure I took your meaning the way you meant it, Micky McDolenz.  It’s prolly why there were no reply until after many a read. Good words, they hit and then sink in & work their mystery or majesty or what and then…given a few days to float a boat…other ideas bash & splash it and fire upon it and good words begin to take on water and the floating boat begins to list & heel…uh…it’s like Jetsùn Milarepa: weaves good spells (&, so long ago, it makes modern man a kind of pity), really.  But then…sometimes..even more often than sometimes his monologues just read as snobbish and full-of-shit to me. …NO doubt he meant well, very well, they say he walked the earth and earned every callus and sinew of his enlightened point of view. ..But I’m just a kid from public schools and a dangerous father, so (no matter the years o pataflafla) brick-thick & preoccupied wit common sense. That’s not to say I read snobbish or full-of-shit in your post, it’s just that leukemia sucks! & so does the negative effects of the chemicals used to treat the disease in a lovely being.  & so does an earthly place that goes on to be plundered by its cleverest mortal inhabitants.

I’d rather have a few more decades wandering terra firma with Maya and stuff like that than be a consequential and enlightened transmigrater on the vajra sea of creature imagination.  & that’s not to say I haven’t tried to gather the lot up & release it all into the atomic void.  I suppose that makes me a bit of a prick when it comes to matters spiritual and such luck. The week prior to Maya’s diagnosis was thee most spiritually connected I’ve been to life. At least that’s how it seemed; offering tobacco to a tree, dog-tired in bliss beneath the sun, evaporating sweat at the climax of a hilly hike or the like.  I’ve turned this over several times in thought to see both the good and the bad in a twist-of-fate like a diagnosis of leukemia in an otherwise wonderfully fit & conscientious girl.  We accept it, havin' no choice really but to chalk it up to something potentially necessary or exponentially, as with inflation, …that which does not kill us makes us stronger idiom.

Please be assured…, your points are usually well received…and taken under advisement. I mean, a hobbit who can drink you under the table should always be held in high esteem.  I think that’s a direct quote, circa 1969, by Lama Anagarika Govinda on a blind weekend. 

…or maybe not.