How do you put into words the surges and urges of the soul?  Formless feelings and thoughts that you comprehend without asking, without logic.  Such are the moments when you are alone in the universe within yourself.  All other concerns are meaningless and extraneous.  Everything beyond the mold of your skin is another reality; one that you observe from a distance of two inches or two miles.  There is no measurable distance between the universe of self and the universe of not self.  You forget your name, your place, your society.  All there is to know is inward, ever inward, and you search not for there is nothing to be searched and nothing to be found.  You are you, whoever you are, whatever you may be, and that is enough.