I thought I lived in a hostile world where everything feeds on everything, but now I know that I’m an immortal being witnessing the world’s wonders.

We are all caught in natural and social frameworks, subject to an overwhelming abundance of challenges and enticements that prevent us from questioning reality.

I seem to know a lot about myself, but can’t tell who I am.

As I stumbled into confusion about what was real and what was not, the strangest thing happened: The world disintegrated. Reality collapsed, or my perception of it. It ripped apart like a dry skin under pressure, giving way to something I can only describe as ineffable dimensions, depths upon depths.

Enlightenment arrives like a thief in the middle of the dark night of the soul.

The soul is imbued with a yearning that is carried, like a torch, from incarnation to incarnation. It burns with a curiosity about life and it’s true identity. Souls live, strive, and evolve, driven to seeking the truth about the world and themselves.