Since the first of January, even through my New Year's struggle with biological invaders, I've been focused on making 02006 The Year Dreams Walk.

Tonight, driving to the South Bay, I was taken by a curious feeling. It was a wonderful evening: riding along, looking out the windows, talking. A normal night spent pursuing the normal course of things.

I thought about the song I'm currently working on.

Instantly, without warning, it was as if I woke from deep sleep after a span of ages. I felt the past rush forward and the future collapse into this hot moment of now, of pinpoint action and immediate self, of all possibility and potential as a singular roaring fire within.

I remembered.

I remembered this state as if it had never been lost. Remembered it as not forgotten, but simply set aside, looked away from briefly as I wandered into faerie time and Van Winkled my way to this spatio-temporal locus.

It's walking across a stage just before the curtain rises.

It's the heartbeat between placing my hands on an instrument and the sounding of a first note.

It's my falling fingertips beginning a rough draft.

It's Zeno's magical gap between pencil and paper as a drawing commences.

It's honest awareness of my ability to deal lightning with both hands.

It's the knowledge I always have been and always will be.

It's the timeless immortality of youth, but only because youth have not yet lost sight of themselves.

I learned tonight it continues to exist in all of us, so long as we truly live.

I learned tonight 02006 will be a year I truly live.