Right now I am being washed clean and wrung out. The fact that I once thought I knew what life was about would make me laugh, if I could laugh. All my former certainties lie exposed. I remember fighting stubbornly to prove myself right about things, and believing that I was right. I recall everything I took for granted. What was that life I was leading? Behind the façade, behind the image of the person I thought myself to be, is there a truth worth knowing?
How many things were never seen, never guessed? What have I missed?
A small clarity arises. I was not the center, even though it felt that way. I was not the center. The small story of my life was not the point. It left so much unborn.
–from the book Stars at Night: When Darkness Unfolds as Light