I, and I all of us I, have now. And it is joyous. It is all I have. Why and what then would I want to have? Though all around me seems losing their heads in chaos of fear. Though all about seem disgruntled, negative and downright cruel. If I can sit in the center of quiet and stillness in joyous peace and it is now and it is all I have, why and how could it matter? That is all.