"Only philosophically."

I found something today that needs to hang in front of the bar from this moment on.

We sometimes forget things like this, and it's really kind of stupid because we really ought to know better than to let our fear get in the way of our happiness, or peace, our contentment that we're just doing the best we can.

It's inked quite elegantly on a big parchment in a big frame; and while putting it in front of the bar, below our waists, seems like an odd place for it,  the message is going to stare us in the face every time we look down at our laps and feet in fear, doubt, shame, confusion, depair.

Enough chatter. Read the brilliance.

"... Let me tell you something. The whole world is a circus if you know how to look at it. The way the sun goes down when you're tired, comes up when you want to be on the move. That's real magic. The way a leaf grows. The song of the birds. The way the desert looks at night, with the moon embracing it. Oh, my boy, that's circus enough for anyone. Every time you watch a rainbow and feel wonder in your heart. Every time you pick up a handful of dust, and see not the dust, but a mystery, a marvel, there in your hand. Every time you stop and think, 'I'm alive, and being alive is fantastic!'... every time such a thing happens, you're part of the Circus of Dr. Lao."

The words of one Dr. Lao, born in Pano Hai, who turns seven thousand, three hundred and twenty-two years old... this October.

Our magic is our magic.


DDSP!