Can be written like a poem, I am not he - nor there, here. What am I? That was the Maharshi’s question. Who am I? That is for you to discover. Before thought arises, the universe IS. That is what I am. And it is - nothing. All there is remains. Salve, Old Man. Note - the Maharshi was Terrence Grey’s name for Ramana Maharshi, because the guru ( or was it Gouler?) is always within.

So said Lewis Carroll. But don’t take my word for it. It is also something that is written in tune and rythmn. Sing it. That’s essential to the wiring of the writer. End of sermon. Pay attention to the birds. Sleep for England. There is no-body home.

Big topic! But can be put in a few concomitant pithy sentences: unlearning. That is essential to Wisdom. Wisdom is a concomitant understanding that begins with…doubt. Doubt is the beginning of wisdom. Think of Thomas the Doubter. There’s a thought for you. Maybe a wink, too. Unworldly wisdom, for those who can see clearly. Which is to be selectively Awakened to the state of …for you to answer. Bodies of time. Heidegger said true time is four dimensional. Don’t be so selective