http://www.flyingthevoid.blogspot.com/2013/02/butterfly-dreams-raw.html

We spontaneously stretched our arms out, giggling like children. I
began to tear and wondered why. Instead of feeling as a lonely particle lost in
a vast and indifferent universe, I experienced being the universe, a tiny drop
of it. As integral as rock. A feather on an immense wing. Deeply, I have always
contained this knowledge, but somehow I had become forgetful. An old man
wandering the streets at night, struggling to remember his address. I was sad to
realize that I had forgotten, for so long, who I really am, and so grateful to
remember once again. A comforting memory deep in the past, returning to the
surface. All this, not as thought, but as experience, there, high over that
immense vapour mountain.