and comfortable with it

letting go of that grasp, of the desire for immense power

something deep inside of anyone deprived of it

one has to ask themselves, how much do they really need?  how much anxiety must one endure, go through in order to grasp it?

the peaceful mind, is it enough?   there's truth in all kinds of things, its flakey like most things, but its comforting enough when it rolls off the tongue, in the opportune moments

scenes from a play, seems from a hat, don't know what you'll get, or where your head will be at

predictability, or to be comfortable with the uncertainty

oh, pass it on, pass it on, say yes to that one