theory'n'praxis, rock'nroll....

'zoning out' smacks of 'escapism', an ancient and noble pursuit of happiness, no matter how fleeting...

paranoid tho i be, i will ignore the perjorative undercurrent in your question, since you prolly didn't mean it that way!

i see it more like the drop returning to the shining ocean, the illusion of seperatemess (!) dissolves along with the tyrannical bond of teleology.

the cosmic giggle that realises we are already home, if you take time and space out of the equation, or at least curve it all the way to ouroboroussic circularity.

so we pull the snake's rail from its mouth in order to maintain a fiction we agree to forget, because we prefer plot to purpose, being the quirky beasts we are.

why do so many choose to forsake the easy way out to the great white luck (chinese description of death) when floating up above their beds while their bodies below are undergoing surgery?

because they don't want to read the last page until they've read every preceding one...

or because relaxing too much before one's work is done means not actualising one's potential?

a cosmic copout?

a googling i will go to find out who Sandor Katz is when he's at home, is he a relation of the sandoz katz, or is felinity an alternative to desertification?

hope you are considering italy if/when you succeed in bailing!

'The history of public debt is full of irony. It rarely follows our ideas of order and justice.' Thomas Piketty