We get used to the world being the way it seems day after day. After all, the minimal expectation we want in our living is continuity, the reasonable predictability of how the basic things might go. You know, the sun coming up, the moon in the sky, gravity and the world which science has turned our reality into. And after all, that’s better than the mythic world of the middle ages, maintained by a quasi-terror of unquestionable dogma. But what if we cut loose from those realms of the thinking mind and shift our awareness closer into that mysterious place from where all of this arises. How do we navigate the treacherous waters of the hidden mind? What do I hold onto when I become infinite?