TEXT: Happiness and joy are not the same thing. Once you get beyond the surface giddy "things are going my way" happiness and become submerged in the sublime ecstasy of joy, most people quickly jump out of the experience. I know this myself, getting distracted with smaller ideas so as to not face that incomprehensible bliss that travels through the veins of all things. Who can live orgasmic waves of beauty without creating a nice little problem, or even crisis, to pull the plug? Who can stay in wave after undulating wave without grabbing for a life raft - some (any) kind of problem to make it all seem familiar again?