And I just can’t take it. I will not surpass this ecstasy, this hilarity, this cosmic intensity, this ecstasy. And get everything we want is on the other side of fear. We learn sometimes the hard way that everything we feared was all in our minds. I know for real man, this is, this is what often kept me from dancing at parties, or what keeps me from rock climbing up cliffs, or downhill mountain biking. I fear the intensity of life lived this close. When I hurl myself into the abyss, only then did I realize it was a feather bed and I was like, Oh my God! I feel held, all is good! All is great! All is (bliss and grace).
It’s the truth be told I’m a work in progress. These fleeting insights of visionary understanding, these moments of clarity, they nudge me forward, right. They become the reference points, the anchor points, the tethering of where I’m going right. They become a kind of (map).
