There is something of the mystical I have been working on. It is something like a line from the book Siddhartha I misremembered as, “What is the sound of the river?” To which the answer was, “Om.” I work on a mystery, to hear what the ear does not hear, to see what the eye does not see, to touch a reality that is secret in its being. For the land of wind can be described by words, but to go there it is quite another thing. I know not if this is a casual satori that is laid up for me, or if this is something by which to change the current of my entire life, but it is definitely something I must pursue. This way I go perhaps I am not the sole set of footprints, or even, truly if it is even a new thing to me, but something about it is like the breaking light of destiny. This is where I should go. I’ll let y’all know if I survive the experience.
