A happy ode to sitting still.

A happy ode to sitting still.
A happy a cappella song featuring heavy breathing, chest pounding, and lyrics from the back of a condiment package.
A blessing: May the nature-of-things hold you in the palm of its hand.
I wrote the first verse of this song in an online chat conversation. That may not seem remarkable, but consider that it was in 1987, when only 10,000 computers were on the Internet, before either the World Wide Web or IRC.