There’s something beyond all this. We see hints in books and music.
I don’t want the void. I don’t want fantasies. I want some- thing real—not another fragment of truth to puzzle over . . . .
It is possible to experience the almost unconditioned dimensions even whilst living in the world we know, on the basis that we begin to sense-feel that we are not wholly with the physical world, almost as though we are alien in the world, and don't really belong there. There is a part of us in some other place we can't identify, that feels much more comfortable.
