Why must we go calm crazy? Why be logical?
Why must we always make sense?
Why is everyone else trying to labour sense in this writing?
Are we thinking or are we feeling, walking or floating?
Are we dreaming or are we walking through our day half-tranced?
Why do we need to talk sense when answering a question? what is the sense that the asker wants to hear?  who wants to, can hear?

I can make simple statements.
I may say things that may find a receptive ear.
We can all say words into the silence.
The more silence, the more we are listening to our own words before they are dropping out. Or we are holding them inside. Or until a question comes that asks for words to make sense.

I am listening to language exchange above my head, deep and shallow. I am walking with people speaking. It is a long time ordering, eating, listening, talking, walking, hesitating, saying goodbye uncertain when the next time comes this year, next year? but the clock shows it was a short time only but time compressed. it is shaking me floating and super-calm.
What makes sense when you have to explain a choice in life past and present? Why did you go there when now you are here? Who knows the answer?

It may be contrary to some (yogaic and other) beliefs but the one period in my life that i completely LOST and forgot to listen to myself, was when i was trying to help someone. Perhaps too desperately, now, in hindsight. There was little but some returning to my good energy. i had to work it up hard at times. i started yoga to keep me alive and sane. It was when i was trying to rescue someone from loosing themselves. i gave him a lot of love, unasked for. Why did i give love so freely (along with material things)? perhaps to cleanse myself from all my defaults in my life? perhaps to set an contrast example in someone's life who was surrounded by not-so-good examples but who had tons of amazing potential? who knows. In the course of that one year, i almost forgot myself and suffered from it, to the point of forgetting essential things like aikido and hunger. - As my yoga teacher tried to remind me at that time, some souls are doomed to be the Underdog that will go down, to make me accept the fact that his life may be lost. - It was a very exceptional year because apart from that one year (to date!?!) i am enjoying this life tremendously.

Then again, i was even enjoying that year of utterly being lost.