There is a man who lives across the street, he seems happy, he has a wife and a kid, a house and a car, and ofcourse a a job, the holy grail. He seems happy.
I have never met his son, but in conversation he talks about his son *as if he is there* he drops him into converstion as if I know him, or as if he knows him.
There is no seperatness in his perception of the world, all is one and there is no need to qualify of hold back certain infomation because of its validity to the present moment.
Like in old times where the gods lived in the hills or trees, or there ansestor live with then on the mountain. Again there is no seperation of things that have "gone" or do not qualifiy to the present moment.
I/we see it a niave or happy people strike me as niave, but there view of the world is always complete.
[Impass.]