At the rock show last night, I saw a perfectly realized human. I wish I had a picture of him. While Chow Nasty pounded out a fun, electronic slapshot, this guy danced. His wrists performed pirhouettes on his forearms while his body jerked back and forth as if shocked by a cattle prod. He was lost in his musical moment and the rest of the world (or at least the portion of the world not making that song) could have vanished.
As I understand nirvana or enlightenment (admittedly little) this man had found his.
