I feel like I'm on the verge of some immense change. It's like I have my ear on a railroad track, listening to the approaching vibrations. It feels immense, like how the ocean feels, or like an unobstructed blue sky. It's power can kill or direct me to metamorphosis. I imagine that is painful for the caterpillar to mutate into a butterfly. You know, physically the thing dissolves and reforms. That's gotta hurt! But if the transformation is survived, profound everlasting sublime unknowable unspeakable beauty emerges. I sometimes wonder if that is how it is when we die.