I was driving the other day and crossed a bridge. The wind was blowing, the lighting was perfect, and I happened to wonder what it would be like to suddenly have my consciousness moved to a small point in space right next to a street light on that bridge. I could see out over the river, the wind would be rushing by, birds overhead, evening sunlight washing over me. It would be perfect. Isn’t it crazy that we run around with so much stress all the time and pass by these perfect little pockets of potential happiness?