Life is a Hollywood Car Chase

What is the best, truest, most insanely awesome shit you can say right now?

Life is love.

Sweet. Let's move on. Quickly now in a car chase through the city. Skyscrapers flash by like ribs in the elephant's graveyard, giant sparkly glass'n'steel ribs, mastodons of modernity caught in their stampede to the sky.

Let's ride in helicopters and fly in private jets. Let's parachute down to our own private island where there's a bumping party 24/7.Let's ride in speedboats drinking champagne and cognac, smoking Havanas rolled around lemon amnesia.

The sun's in our face perpetually. At night, the sky's full of stars and we go swimming in the warm sea and it's exciting and scary when you look down and can't see your body. Feel your feet kicking over empty nothingness.

Feel your bowels tighten as you imagine all the sharks and shit, things that wanna eat you and can swim way faster than you and all of a sudden you're more frightened than you've ever been in your life and you're thrashing back to the boat, grabbing the water, pulling yourself as fast as you can – not fast enough – from the thing bearing down on you, the great snapping evil villainous grinning face of Death certainly looming behind you.

But then no. 

Gasp. 

You're back on the boat. Someone you love's toweling you dry and you sit there and look back at the black water with the moon reflecting and listen to the little waves lapping against the side of the boat. With the engines off it's supremely quiet and peaceful and calm.