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An odyssey from the terror of a bout with cancer to the recognition of some of the fear, as more primordial than the fear of separation and object loss, a constitutive given of our animal bodies, essential to survival and intrinsic to our insufficiency; to the cancer experience of terror becoming spiritual technology, a booster rocket catapulting the diseased body into a dreaded void paradoxically full of the mysterium tremendum of life where there is no body.
When looking at autumn mountains through mist, the view may be indirect yet have great depth. Although few autumn leaves may be visible through the mist, it is alluring. The limitless vista created in imagination far surpasses anything one can see more clearly.
No one has seen the wind. The universe is not only queerer than we imagine, but it is queerer that we can imagine.