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“Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about things going badly. Let the lover be.” (Rumi)

Yes, let them be ... Someone has to do the job of loving life, of being at awe. The mystic’s business and the children’s and the fools’ and the gods’, so far. Call it division of labor if you need to name it and make any rational, social sense of it. Or just let the naming be. Let it all be. It’s enough without the labels, the stories, the separation. Either way, it’s alright. All is right. A miraculous affair is going on – let’s call it life.

PS: As far as I can tell there are quite a few vacant posts in the lovers of life industry – aspirants welcome. Job description, requirements, working hours, location, salary? Not specified. Just fill it as you like, as you go ...