As I watch "Into the Wild", I wonder, can we know this sense of passion, of freedom, of love with the essential nature of life, here in these simple moments? How deeply can I love right here, right now? Can I wonder and wander into new experiences and taste them as fully as this brave young man in any body, any mind, any heart? Can I risk this deeply today? Can I love this fully into bliss with my imagination as I fall into the night sky, and into the concrete outside my door? Can I appreciate the shape of my big toe, the shape of my dying and thriving heart, from this soft seat? I wonder about the beauty of truth that burns stars into legs, a planet into motion around a ball of brutal fire. What is the truest nature of love, and what is the practice of meeting the needs of an exploding universe? And what is sane in a humanity that eats the world that births her? Are we really here to eat the food that bore us from her limbs? And then, I wonder, what is next for the impulse that rose life from stardust? I still believe in love through all of it.