Sauntering back to the Cowper House, I have three items in my hands. A triangle of life in my clasps, grasped.

1

Fül
Fuel. Energy. A healthy sandwich. Necessary foundation for everything.

2

Tome Wisdome
Wisdom book. An inspiring read of a life overflowing with passion. Basic premise: "You have to lose your mind in order to use your head." If I have the pace to pick a book randomly and casually stroll through it, then everything is okay.

3

Juz de Aesthetico
Aesthetic Juice.
The primate in all of us is drawn to the explosion of hues that fruits and flowers display. Unfortunately, man-made, tangy dyes have made ads, clothing, and everything artificially fruitful(less). If I have the wherewithal to pick up flowers, then I know everything is okay.

this is life. This is happiness. The creative play. The ludic life.

I read in adBusters a letter sort of like this:

Think about when you are out dancing by the lake. Think about when your friends are lying on the couch laughing. Think about when you pick up poetry for fun. When it is over, isn't it annoying how everyone sighs, "well, back to the real world."

Why is the world of work, that socially-constructed, capitalistic, industrial complex considered the "real world??"

"No!" I say. The 'real world' is when you are engaging in play. The unreal world is the one where you are selling your time away for wage. Sighing, "well, back to the real world," is to confuse negative space with positive space. It is in the freedom of ludic moments that true friendships and true vivacity is found.

The ludic life.

Definition of "ludic:" Of or relating to play or playfulness.

Some inspiration derived from The Abolition of Work.

yes.