I know I am unutterably changed, and yet nothing appears different… is this the beginnings of changeless change? I see the world not as fixed but as a distorting prism. I focus on being the perfection. I find clues to my own unfoldment in my environment, like Hansel’s breadcrumbs they are signposting the way home. Two months ago, my mind just didn’t work this way… and now it does. How miraculous and wonderful.