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A shrink friend once remarked to me in that affect-less tone that shrinks adopt, "You have a young mind."

It was an off-hand remark, but at the time, it left me quite pleased. I was happy to think I had a young mind ... something perky and peppy and not wallowing in its collections of experience that drew convenient, La-Z-Boy conclusions.

Young.

Is there anyone who does not recognize within some peppy and unencumbered something-or-other -- a something-or-other that dances irrespective of the daily weights and freights? Age or experience may bear down like a steamroller, but this something-or-other simply cannot be steamrolled. It cannot adequately be named and those who try to name it really are a pain in the ass in the end.

Young ... full of untameable sass and flow.

But young as well in the sense of "callow" ... inexperienced because, somehow, this something-or-other simply will not bend a humble knee to anything as fleeting as experience. Enjoy it? Sure. But hold it close as if holding it close could define and reap applause? "Don't be silly," this something-or-other smiles.

The ponderous pronouncements of wisdom or long experience or apparent personality or time cannot tame or enclose this something-or-other that can leap tall buildings at a single bound ... that can be "here" and "there" in a timeless instant. It is alive and makes no bones about it.

I am just being another pain in the ass marveling that something so clear in anyone's life could be so no-doubt-about-it assured and yet simultaneously impossible to assure.

Duck and cover! Here come the phalanxes of "spiritual life" -- of "soul" and "heaven" and "hell" and "enlightenment" and "compassion" and "emptiness" and ....

The something-or-other doesn't mind a bit. Knock yourself out.

Maybe, rather than expending all that heart-felt energy, it would be better to relax. Just because you don't know what it is doesn't mean you don't know what it is.
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It's too busy dancing.