I can 'feel it with my spirit'. And the mind cannot stand this, it fights fiercely against this answer: I can feel it. Because the mind wants an absolute.
I’ve heard some say in jest that our ocean floors are less explored than outer space simply because nobody can go down that deep and live to tell about it.
What if most of our essence is up there, plugged into the Bottomless Sky? And our bodies are simply the avatars expressed as the form of our actual self?
The desert, though hostile, teems with thriving life. Life that respects the desert for what it is and knows how to work with its intensity, its extremes.