I defer to the metaphysical, but not to the point of delusion, fantasy, or the denial of scientific evidence.
Love is the greatest idea, but the people next door are deeply offensive, semi conscious people who consistently use the worst parts of whatever consciousness they have. I have to get out of her, move away.
I wake at 2 a.m., turn the light on in the studio. A dragon fly is bumping around the room, across the white walls, into the lampshade, the ceiling...I think; you know how it is when it's late at night and you just can't sleep? Maybe that's the time you're really sleeping.