When
a friend said yesterday that she was anticipating good news sometime soon, I
said to myself that we all get good news each moment, if only we were aware of
it. It’s good news, second by second, that a new breath brings freshness to my
blood, and that cells in my body are constantly being born again. It’s
good news that each
moment is unusual, fresh, state-of-the-art, the latest and newest kind
of moment the universe has ever known. It’s even good news that I am simply
right where I am at this moment. For numberless billions of years the
universe has worked in its easygoing way to, in due course, set a multifaceted and mysterious
spectacle named Hamilton down in a specially chosen chair in Mystic, Connecticut on this specific freezing
morning in the year 2013 at 4:38:37. For me, that’s news as good as it gets.
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