Yesterday I put all my energy in a cup. I had a clear image of how the energy looked: Colorful, pulsing and vivid. It sparkled in its entire splendor, barely contained by the cup`s wall. I was happy. Happy that I could do what I wanted, without anyone noticing or scolding me. My total freedom to see and dream and live, threatened to overflow the boundaries of what I thought was possible. I thought: So what? If sparkling energy spills over, into the table, out in the environment, is that the worst thing that can happen? Or like Kurt Vonnegut would have said: If this isn`t nice, I don`t know what is.