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Opening up to the flow of neart is a lot like believing in God (or the Goddess, or the gods and goddesses. Choose the way of describing Ultimate Reality that is most in keeping with your religious or spiritual viewpoint). It’s a decision, a choice, a commitment. It’s saying “YES” to the universe, to possibilities, to hope. It’s deciding that it’s a whole lot more fun, effective, and meaningful to live from a sense that the cosmos is good and nurturing and plentiful, than to shrink within a self-armoring idea that there’s never enough, every one is out for themselves, ultimately there is no meaning. Sure, when life kicks us in the teeth it’s so very tempting to become cynicism’s lover. But ultimately that’s one affair that just leads to an ever-yawning downward spiral of despair. It can be cool, hip, intellectual, ironic, fashionable to be the cynic, the skeptic, the professional doubter. But at the end of the day, it really doesn’t feel very good. Meanwhile, my dad’s just as happy as can be—carrying his million-dollar lottery ticket around. Sure, call him naïve or even Pollyannaish. But who’s got the smile—the real smile, that goes way down deep inside?