Maybe the best day. My heart is buzzing. All electric with the nexus of humanity, the humdrum zing of homosapeus communicanus. We are sitting atop the pyramid facingone another with our hands held out, palms flat, touching but not. When two people of faith (not religion) get together, truth is born. If they bow their heads and clench their eyes shut tight and just hold on to it long enough, that truth shoots off into the universe, like the iris of an eye, in a million different directions to shine.
Mexico City is fucking magical.
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