QUOTE : There are slivers of moments, empty and quiet, "soft snow descending upon cedars", where I feel light and free. Where my depth of seeing allows the carrying of contradiction, allows the insanity that defines the irrational, the counter-cultural, the chaos. I have slivers of moments where I am fully aware of what I once knew long ago but have forgotten; that we are not who we think we are. All is divine. All is One. This is the deepest level of my experiential truth. And at the same time, we are many, and it is all so beautiful.