“…washing away accumulated layers of names, memories, associations, and leaving it all unfamiliar and fresh and sweet-smelling. It is the re-discovery of the obvious as very strange, the given as wonderful and precious.”

“This unknowing has no limits. It extends beyond what we perceive to all we feel and think and do. It is ceasing to know how to cope with life, where we are going, what to do after this immediate task is done, what’s going to happen to us tomorrow, next week, next year. It is walking one step at a time and blindfolded, in the assurance that the Space here –which is nothing and knows nothing but Itself– will nevertheless come up, moment by moment, with what’s needed.”

–On Having No Head by Douglas E. Harding