I’m only 68, but it does feel like lots of “reality” iterations have been and are afoot. Some have seemed unnecessarily uncomfortable. Some have seemed unbelievably extraordinary. However, when I breathe deeply and relax into what has seemed like my life, it is neither the uncomfortable nor the unbelievable that is emergent. It is a grin. Okay, not a Mona Lisa kind of smile as I know I don’t know much. But I do know enough to grin.