Sacred is the knowledge that you have been given everything you wanted. The awareness of this in that the pool of sweat collected in the creases of your skin from intimate hours with a book, the static from the radio, and the necessary removal of most of your clothes couldn't hold more idealism and romanticism right this moment than even the purest nostalgia. We are sighing it and gulping it, reading it and eating it, drinking it and smoking it, and damn it it's beauty, beauty, beauty!