Greatful

Preached it, got to live it. Okay:

I am greatful to love.

Great: I understand the overwhelming force, the majesty of the phenomenon. To love another. One can feel moments without understanding them--attacks of revelation. A camera flash, opening new vision, shedding light on a landscape, revealing a new world. And then just as fast, fading back into mystery. The light remains blinding long after it's gone. And the pain lingers, the prospect of returning to darkness overwhelms with equal and opposite force. And then we begin again, to crave a sadistic, marvelous return.

Grateful: Thank God for my children. I love them more than my own life. I love them more than I can express, more than words can express, more than can be contained. And they are mine and they love me and I am good Father. I am blessed.

Wynton Marsalis

NY Times Magazine Interview
Sunday, October 3, 2004:

Q: Doesn't it get lonely living out of a hotel room ten months a year?

A: It all depends on what happens in the room.


Yeah, baby. Wynton hits the bullseye. Don't you see it? We tend to define our experience by the surface construct, the societal definition of an experience as positive or negative. The truth is, it all depens on what happens in the room-- it all depends on what you do with the time you are given, in the place your are, with the people you know or meet, with yourself. It all depends on you. What happens in the room is up to you.

Nothing is was it seems. Nothing is what it is supposed to be. It all depends on what happens in the room. Thanks, Wynton.