I went to the best yoga class of my life tonight. I thought I would die, but I lived, and after class, I still had negative, angry, judgmental thoughts about almost every person I passed, but the thoughts washed over me quicker than they normally do. Maybe, some day, I'll only have negative, angry, judgmental thoughts about half the people I see, and that will be an improvement.
I think yoga is kind of like Beckett: I can't go on/I'll go on. And also like long songs with dissonant middle sections where you're like, I'm gonna skip to the next track, I hate the middle part, but if you do get through the middle, then the beginning theme repeats itself, and it's softer or sweeter the second time, and it was worth the wait to hear it again.
Now I'm eating my favorite tomato soup and corn bread from Whole Foods, which only costs thirty-eight cents.