Butterfly Dreams : RAW

We spontaneously stretched our arms out, giggling like children. I began to tear and wondered why. Instead of feeling as a lonely particle lost in a vast and indifferent universe, I experienced being the universe, a tiny drop of it. As integral as rock. A feather on an immense wing. Deeply, I have always contained this knowledge, but somehow I had become forgetful. An old man wandering the streets at night, struggling to remember his address. I was sad to realize that I had forgotten, for so long, who I really am, and so grateful to remember once again. A comforting memory deep in the past, returning to the surface. All this, not as thought, but as experience, there, high over that immense vapour mountain.