As the world slept and I stood outside under the great spanning vault of the midnight-sky, I took little more than a moment and watched above me the fast moving clouds travel from one far-off distance to another. From time to time I caught a glimpse of the stars obscured by these hurrying clouds; they, more than ever before, seemed to twinkle at and for me, seemed to gaze back as I gazed at them. And though I was distracted by the grating voice of men in the night—yelling, crying, muddling the moment—still I felt filled with reverence—for the stars, clouds and sky—and still I felt that I was beyond myself, distant and yet irremovable from the place where I stood. What is it that one who stood on the earth, solitary and afraid, could be taken like that—willingly!—could open himself unabashedly, precipitously!, and seemingly so naturally, to a realisation, to a state of being and mind unlike any experienced before...? At that point I felt... I knew... that all was right and would be right. At that point the truth of possibility and joy of an unknown future came to me....
M.M. — November MMXI
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