There are clothes all over the floor. Dishes are piled on the counter. The television is on. Girls are laughing (loudly).

In the middle of the clothes and the dishes and the television we are sitting on the floor, talking about the meaning of life.

And now the water for broccoli is boiling and we're standing here drinking tea and asking God to save us from ourselves.

This is the stuff of life - the stuff that cant be ignored - the stuff that makes rolling out of bed a movement of meaning.