Art by Norman E. Masters
How long have you been in our midst, and close I search the skies for you ponder deep all manner of things yet, see you not- here before my very face. Many a meal eaten from the tree of knowledge am I not like you, knowing good from evil. Knowing good from evil sets me apart from the one and the other apart from all that is in between. Innocence is not a place back there nor yet to come some day it is now, a part of this moment distinguishable from experience only in the head of who so distinguishes. As a lover of ten thousand nights is still virgin so, shopworn experience is still innocent. From the beginning a water washes clean, the ten thousand beings freshened each moment. These waters were flowing long before John washed you in the Jordan and one comes upon us, again and again broods over us and hovers and speaks of our kinship with one another and beyond.