Excitement tickles my bones and my spine, like dry rain in a fairy tale.<\/p>\n
I drive my Vespa leisurely through Amsterdam, and the world is whistling a silent song of gentle love.<\/p>\n
Thinking has dropped to a soft soothing murmur, and the city is my summer playground.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a very special ride indeed.<\/p>\n
With every bridge I cross, every lush, green park I encounter, I receive flashes of things to come, beautiful, amazing things I can only feel, not see.<\/p>\n
Visions without imagery.<\/p>\n
They are things to come, I know for sure.<\/p>\n
Beautiful things.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s like I can feel the future, like I\u2019m recognizing things that haven\u2019t happened yet.<\/p>\n
Reversed d\u00e9j\u00e0 vus.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m high, although I didn\u2019t smoke in years.<\/p>\n
Right here, right now, while I’m patiently crossing the Prinsengracht and the Keizersgracht and the Herengracht in the direction of Dam square, I\u2019m experiencing tomorrow and the days after.<\/p>\n
I know for sure.<\/p>\n
It feels crazy good, and totally vague, and very safe, and obscenely mellow.<\/p>\n
And there are funny questions, like<\/p>\n
How can you see very clearly, yet not know what it is you see?<\/em><\/p>\n How can you recognize the unknown?<\/em><\/p>\n How can you deeply realize that great stuff is waiting for you?<\/em><\/p>\n Well, you just can, when you do.<\/p>\n It\u2019s all profoundly simple.<\/p>\n There\u2019s a guy singing out loud on a blue scooter.<\/p>\n He woke up like that.<\/p>\n —<\/p>\n