There are moments when one feels free from one’s own identification with human limitations and inadequacies. At such moments one imagines that one stands on some spot of a small planet, gazing in amazement at the cold yet profoundly moving beauty of the eternal, the unfathomable; life and death flow into one, and there is neither evolution nor destiny; only Being. – Albert Einstein
When I am in the studio, or writing in my favorite chair, there are moments like this for me. Present in the moment, the edges of me dissolve and I am aware of the nothing-ness of me. The everything of me. Becoming aware of that of course ends it.