Am I insane?  For the past hour, I've felt like (the eidetic image of, popping into my mind) LeBron James, 19-year-old phenom of the NBA.  Something about an incredible sense of exhiliration, something about smiling like wonders will never cease, something about spoofing like I'm king for-the-day.  And I wasn't even athletic today, didn't run at all--still at an unincremented 20 miles (of the Dreamland circuit) for the week. Still...

Something's different.  I 've a sense of shake and change, the eternally internal moment of rearrange.