In conversation with a friend, I described my previous post. My brush with experiencing consciousness at the level of the Universe. My friend suggested that I write more. I realize that such experiences are truly rare. It could be considered some kind of wondrous gift. Many, perhaps most people live their entire lives without ever experiencing such a vision. And yet there I was, half awake, half asleep, with my consciousness floating somewhere in a distant galaxy, looking back at our planet and realizing that I was completely integrated into all of it, and that everything around me, even to the farthest reaches of the universe, was one with me. The moons of Jupiter were as much a part of me as the very air I breathed; the farthest star no further than the end of my big toe. It was so much more than time and space, however. I read somewhere that Einstein is supposed to have said that time was God's way of making sure that everything didn't happen at once. But in that mo...