A Sunday afternoon...

ration of M&M's.

Christo?

Christo fled, but Bloomberg did not...

Out beyond ideas...

Out beyond the ideas of  wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field.  I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other

doesn't make any sense.

From the Essential Rumi

by Coleman Barks