Or she would just lie across me and dig her shoulder into mine and say, "" Pilar, why does this feel so good? "" I'd say, "" I don't know! "" And she always had a facetious answer for her facetious question, but the answer I remember today is, "" It feels good because the universe chose its constraints, and we are its art. "" It's always funny what you think the future is going to be like versus what it turns out to be.