I wonder why i was “lucky/unlucky” enough to inherit the genes I did — just need to move all the time, perhaps to reinforce that I am “alive” — just need to think of stuff to do all the time, perhaps to keep myself “awake” — just need to be outside, in the sun, maybe to collect the sun’s “energy” — just need to think there is someone who will “catch” me when i fall,  — just need to know the eternal, the unknowable, can it give me “peace”,  — just “need” without “satiety” for 74 years.