i feel the uncanny presence of an uncanny mind unleashed.

i fell. i was humbled by the fall, and made it part of my walk.

i tell you, it was in falling i experienced grace. 

reading the art of grace i felt both graced and disgraced by those harsh moments, like when i kicked that woman car for trying to run us over and she knocked my glasses off and i yelled my head off, but even there there was a strange grace, like nothing bad happened. and i was just humiliated.

 you got to remember the times of grace though, like a good habit.