Sublime

have overdosed on television, I am unresponsive and cyanotic, revive me in your shower of gelid light and walk me through your piazza which is made of elegant slabs of time.

Without the light from the moon, the night was so dark he could barely make out the trees until he was almost bumping into them.

so confused the neat categories into which his world was sorted that he was stunned speechless—for a moment, before he began holding forth again.

That high, bright state of being awake, which he had experienced that one time at the height of his youth, in those days after Gotama's sermon, after the separation from Govinda, that tense expectation, that proud state of standing alone without teachings and without teachers, that supple willingness to listen to the divine voice in his own heart,