With the overload of endless advice about how one should be dealing with the chaos in the world, in one’s brain and at one’s Costco (I don’t understand which line to stand behind – blue or green?!), I do believe I may have stumbled, half-assed, into the greatest approach of them all. On a walk with my dog the other day, I spotted a rabbit. I realized it was a rabbit and not a rabbit statue, only after I stood there confused for seven minutes. Real rabbit? Fake rabbit? Mirage of a rabbit brought on by last night’s odd-tasting salmon? My…