Most of us spend our lives doing, and thinking: being rational, efficient and terribly reasonable, and having polite, ritualistic (but ultimately meaningless) conversations. It’s all very predictable, and all very left brain. It feels comfortable to us because of its sheer familiarity, and because everybody else around us is doing the same thing. And sure, it gets us through the daily grind, and through our relationships, and to some degree though life. But it ain’t all there is, and at some level we know it.

We seem to have lost the ability just to be quiet; to be present in the stillness that lies at the heart of our selves. Yet unless we can touch that still point, we can never fully experience what it is to be alive.