We had phish in Berkeley, my hometown all weekend, all was well until Friday when I couldn't get a ticket and wound up behind the greek alone and in the dark, when suddenly in the midst of a skirmish between the lot punks and the university police, I had a vision that all of the sick and dying children, indigents, and other horribly needy people of the world, millions of them, started crawling out of the hills represented by multinational ambassadors in hillary clinton pants suits and henry kissenger accents, who all came looking to me to figure out how to make it all sustainable. My best solution was more greater access to birth control, a major investment in additional plumbing and schools and that everyone shave and shower, spend some quiet time thinking about their dearest loved ones and try to treat others non preferentially, according only to need and that we'd try to figure it out together.

Then I started running home. Somewhere around Shattuck Avenue the euphoria set in, along with the realization that the set of (now illusive) thoughts I'd just had would undoubtedly change the course of human history. Now I am running with my hands in the air screaming "everybody wins".

Very fortunately for me, neither one of these horribly frightening visions panned out in any way. I am looking forward to next year already.