Then there are those times where I am so full of hope: a song I hear or just a breeze sometimes does it, sends me flying. And I sense that I have come far in this journey called life, and that there are still quite a lot of adventures yet that lie ahead. My God, it would seem, would not have it so that I am constantly wallowing in my self-pity; I feel the hand of that which is Higher in all this. I may be wrong about why or how it all comes about, but that the divine exists, and interplays with earthbound existence, I cannot rationally conclude anything but that there is a Purpose somewhere, whatever you may want to call it. They may put a name to it, they may call it “Nature”, but whatever you may believe of all that is; there are moments when the silver wheels of creation reveal themselves, the underpinnings of all that is the world of appearances: and in a briefest of epiphanies, you sense the transcendental that exists in all that is ordinary. Then it makes sense: “Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.”