I have glimpsed it at times, the treasure of great price, the treasure that better men than I have died for, the treasure of all ages, and ages to come. It is enlightenment itself, though no abstract zen wind, something that glows with such light that other awakenings are merest breaths that subside as the dawn passes. I have not seen the end of it, nor the beginning, but I know of where it comes and goes, and I believe. It is this I have fractionally seen, hints of its augury: in love, all things are one; and in love, all people are one. This was spoken of by the Savior that came and lifted from this realm: “love your enemy” is the poetry that my vision is the echo of. All people are one. And that where your treasure is, your heart is, also. All things are one. Yes, believe.
