Well, John, enlightenment is kind of like flying for the first time without wings.
Of course, there's the exhilaration, the happiness, and the intoxicating sense of freedom that's almost indescribable.
But there's also the subtle shock at what you now see as the inevitability of your accomplishment. The wonderment of how you hadn't seen this so clearly before, mingled with acceptance. And the dim recognition that it's part of some distant agreement you once made.
And, at last, as you come to your senses and finally think to gaze below, upon the tiny jewel you've called home for so long, you're struck with a jolt as you see it so magically and effortlessly suspended—floating—in space, and realize, for the first time, that even there you were flying all along.
You soar, The Universe |
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| John, up ahead!!! There's a tree coming right at you! |
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