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Dopamine It is like hovering, except that nothing ever hovered with such weight or waited such a long time for the life to flow from tip of toe to top of head, but oooooooohhhhh the glorious ecstasy as memory moves your limbs, and you forget to think and simply surge into the Nike moment; and just do it. It is like sinking, or rather trying to sink, as if your chair was there and yet not there and you are caught, your skin one layer of skin beneath its skin, your life one layer of life into its life, but oooooooohhhhh the sheer sweet glorious ecstasy, you disengage and feel yourself slide free; you simply do it. It is like nothing else you’ll ever feel your mind and body free, sweet ecstasy of heart and spirit, sweet glorious surging moment, breaking free, one moment to be me, me, me just me, sweet dopamine why must it always be a short excursion? Why drag me back behind the blood brain barrier? Why must I always lose it? © Dennis Greene 2000