Notes
i saw it in a butterfly...as the wind carried it this way and that, flapping wings only enough to keep it from touching ground...and gliding motionless on gentle breezes. there's no thought involved here and no emotion...just the action, of being what it is and doing what it does. it is life itself. it is profound... and no mind can describe it...any of it. are you getting this?
are you hearing me?
then get on with it.