“And there were moments when, bumping along on a bucket seat over a freeway of baked mud, passing through the strange quiet and the clear shining darkness of the desert night, I would suddenly become aware of a stillness which was something quite apart from the stillness of the night.  It was an interior stillness, a stillness inside me, a stillness in which there was the absence of all distraction and unrest, a stillness in which quietly and without effort, I seemed to come together, to be focused and attentive, to be really present, so to speak, a stillness from which it seemed natural, even inevitable, to reach out, to pray…”

Interesting thought that I hope happens to everyone, once in a while, from the book Edge of Sadness.

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