“For in and out, above, about, below, tis nothing but a magic shadow show played in a box whose candle is the sun, round which we phantom figures come and go” ~~ Omar Khayyam
I know not my place in time. Have I traversed the great white void, entered the shadows and emerged into the light where I meet the great I AM
OR, am I spawned by the light, negotiating my way through the shadows to pristine peace, unencumbered with challenges behind and with contentment ahead?
Either way seems an acceptable destination.