I briefly lived it once - until I cracked up. I figure I was manic for the entire ten month period of it. I have written, rather grief stricken, of it before. I had quit my job and run off with my kayaks in tow to live the artsy-fartsy hippy life on a hobby farm on the side of a mountain surrounded by old growth rain forest over looking the ocean on Vancouver Island. It was perfection. Absolutely. Eating off the land. Living some adventure or another everyday (kayaking, hiking, climbing, etc). It was the most exciting, most perfect existence I have lived to date. The memories are wonderful yet they also can be painful at the realisation it is all gone now never to be lived again.