Its been said so many times, there are no words to describe this experience. There is no beginning, no middle, no end. Because there is only this one moment, this taste…ahhh, there is goes, escapes before I can hold it. And another fills it. So complete, so full, so without any trace. And there is no need for traces to be made, to trace a path, or evoke the experience, because we only miss another moment of this fullness in the meantime. Here we all are, so plump full of this very moment, with its taste, smell, various emotions, various hungers, and sensations. We are all so full that no one is able to stand outside of it and to make complete observations about it. Not really. But we try, and fail, and darn…we missed another mouth full of this fullness. Too busy living it, too busy being it, but the fullness desires to be expressed, so we try…but essentially we are too busy to capture it just right. Tried to, failed, and NOW… just too damn full again.