We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Unthinking is the ability to apply years of learning at the crucial moment by removing your thinking self from the equation. Its power is not confined to sport: actors and musicians know about it too, and are apt to say that their best work happens in a kind of trance. Thinking too much can kill not just physical performance but mental inspiration. Bob Dylan, wistfully recalling his youthful ability to write songs without even trying, described the making of “Like a Rolling Stone” as a “piece of vomit, 20 pages long”. It hasn’t stopped the song being voted the best of all time.
"How does it feel?" --the song lifts off with a stunner --with inspiration itself. Then it describes many various things and the chorus always asks how they feel. But it never does say what the first 'it' is --so with the question answer 'how does what feel?' a listener is 'it' and the 'feel' is affirming the introspection --a grace note for every life living a world that needs three hots and a cot every day and cannot dwell on the universe inside.
Listening it occurs --some of these songs are absolutely timeless --something we could never know until all this time had piled up on them. No not on them, on us.