Every time that you open your eyes after they have been closed for a while, and maybe you’ve been listening to some music or your breathing or something to just set your mind at ease, and there before you is the shock of the world—the moon harbored by clouds, pink from a setting sun—that moment is egoless. Surprise and awe are egoless. The you that is necessiated by the moment to moment, estimates of transition, endlessly measuring existence, is gone in the sudden, singular moment of being wide, wide awake.

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