We do not know what we are doing, of that we are absolutely certain. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be, nothing to do. Just being.

We always have been. We are We shall always be. We are MYTHS.

Father Sun shines in all its splendour. Sister Moon embraces his beloved. Brother Sky holds the space. Mother Earth opens to what may be.

What you see is not what is. What we have been gold is not truthful. Then, what is left for us to do?

Sara, patron saint of travelers and gypsies the world over, you who lived in this region of Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer. You came from a...

From the center of the whole. From where the will finds its way. I am here and there. I am everywhere. I am you and you are me.

Whatever you are, has always been. We are all one, and we are none at all. All makes sense when it does not.

Here we are again. Conscious, alert, in vigil, feeling everything, grasping to the here and now. Letting it all be.

Al disolverme, Soy. He ahí donde está la solución. En la disolución.