May you eat an unfamiliar dessert in a strange land at least once every three years.
May you wake up to cumbia/regggea music one summer morning, and start dancing while you're still half-asleep.
May you spray-paint Rilke poems as graffiti on highway overpasses.
May you mix stripes with plaids, floral patterns with checks, yellowish-green with brownish-purple, and sweats with sweaters, and brown slacks with red tennis shoes.
May you learn to identify by name 20 flowers, 15 trees, 10 clouds, 5 wines and one extrasolar planet.
May you put a bumper sticker on your car or bike that says, "My god ass can make peace your god's ass!"
If you bury your face in your tear-stained pillow and beg God to please send you your soul mate, may you not slur your words in such a way that they sound like "cell mate."
May you dream of taking a trip to the moon in a gondola powered by firecrackers and wild swans.
May you actually kiss the earth now and then.
May you find many good excuses to say what physicist Niels Bohr once did: "Your theory is crazy, but it's not crazy enough to be true."
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