If you find yourself mysteriously, unclear how you came to be there, in the middle of a grand ballroom, dressed in fine and lovely clothes, surrounded by happy dancers, with a beautiful person in your arms, then dance. Don’t ask questions, just pull the person close and dance until the music stops. Don’t make any sudden moves that might break the spell. Join the current and flow of the other dancers around you. Don’t speak and draw attention to yourself. Don’t close your eyes or you may open them in a different place, a place less lovely, with no beautiful person within arm’s reach, an office cubicle or a cheap hotel room or a Laundromat, some sort of prison cell or dungeon. Don’t worry about any of this while the music is playing. Just dance, friend. This doesn’t happen every day.
In the very last instant of your life, just before you die, the wolf of the world comes to you. He considers you, unblinking, from a few feet away. Then he comes over and lies down beside you as you fall asleep. The last thing you realize is that no one is going to grade you or judge you on your life. You were alive, like everyone else, and the universe accepts your contribution without condemnation. You played your part. The wolf of the world comes to you so you can know this, in the end, and face oblivion without regret.
No one remembers her name nor her face, but she is there with all of us every day. She is the seamstress of dreams. She makes the dresses and uniforms and rags we all wear in our dreams. As we drift away to sleep, she reads the script of our dreams, measures us, and creates the clothing of our nightmares and visions. Then she gently removes whatever we fell asleep in and dresses us for our dreams. “Do you remember what you were wearing?” the girl at the coffee shop asks you. You were telling her about your dream, this total stranger, because she brought up the subject. “Not really,” you say, furrowing your brow and trying to remember. She sighs and looks a little disappointed, and you wonder again if you’ve seen her somewhere before. Did you dance with her once?
Hello, friends. I hope you’re well.
Later. Love.
