… a temporary hypothesis: perhaps if people had more aggravations in their life, not less,  they would do better at relaxing in the moment, no matter how fine the twig they’ve managed to grasp between the top of the cliff and the bottom? Perhaps they would behave in friendlier ways with the other twig grabbers around them?

Perhaps. Tomorrow should offer several more opportunities to test out this hypothesis. Forget the spa, massage and meditation packages, folks. Aggravation. Don’t leave home without a carload, and praise the gods* when they add some more along the way.

*I say “the gods” because I’m spending a lot of time with someone who drags “the gods” or “God” into the conversation a lot. Look. If “the gods” – singular or plural – can take some of the load, that’s fine by me. Especially if they’re the ones who created the aggravations in the first place. As I keep telling this person: “Don’t you get it yet? The gods are playing with you. They think you get the joke. Pretend that you do, maybe then, they’ll change the game.” He doesn’t look convinced yet. At least, he’s listening.

All other thoughts will have to wait until tomorrow.