According to my own logic, every possibility that is not impossible must be entertained as possible qua possible.

Therefore I am required to consider even the possibility that the only thing that i can do to make the world a happier place is to be happier towards it. It is not an unreasonalbe possibility that if I genuinly managed to do the right, correct thing (whatever that may be, if it isn't simply accepting every perception (or the flow of it: whichever it may be is irrelevant)) suddenly, the entire world would seems to flicker or flinch for moment; and then: each and every encounter would be a smile. Not in the sense of a smile *at* or a smile *to*, but simply, a smile; physical smiles would be manifestations of that to, of, for, by, and from, observers as observers. An encounter (with anything and everything) *is* a smile, but only when it realizes just how odd, and rather amusing it is, and stops playing that game. It is recognition, re-cognition, perfected by an engineer; it is rememberance, re-memberance, a putting-back-together-again with suprasurgical precision: it is a reconstruction, yet not a copy of an original, but rather a prototype for living that has always been there, unnoticed, latently capable of being opened up, on, through and at; down, about, behind, throughout and to the entire series of prepositions. This is auto-eroticism at its climax, and it is shattering.