I felt so agonizingly separated, restless and I wished to be able to chew if I could bite off the ceiling what separates me from the boundless sky and beyond To become one with everything again A part of the process a process within a process And that instant I felt peace, harmony I am already in a process my process, balance, harmony, inner growth, progress that’s my aim. I don’t feel separated anymore. It was just a fleeting thought. I am here. Now I am over there and maybe here again. If I say that everything else even you is just an excuse, a chance to focus on something else than . . . am sure you know what I mean. Inside everything each and every-one is focused on the Process. The process itself and not each other’s process and progress. Like writing. Writing for writing itself. Reading. For reading itself and what you understand is enriching - to you and perhaps someone else. I am here again and now over there and perhaps over there as well or maybe here. Yes, that’s it. Smile