lately I feel ... peaceful.

somewhat communicating with the "natural universe".  

I'm in Italy, in Florence, and I've just played my Brahms intermezzo at a small empty restaurant.  Il mio zio insisted, and the family allowed me to play (potrei suonare il tuo piano?).  The lights reflect far down into cobblestone streets on the way back, and I've seen David, and the Rape of the Sabine Women, and some works of Stradivarius today.  

I am aware of extremes, the extreme ways we like to think, and I avoid them now.  The extremes are non-meaning, after all, by the nature of themselves.  

"Which piece of art was your favorite?"

"If you had to say what was the best and worst thing about it, what would they be?"

"This is the best pizza I've ever had!"

We lose so much in these extremes.  Things just are, secondo me.