It's like I keep expecting the tangible. It's like holding a cup of water you could feel between your hands only to look down and see that there is no cup. You freak out and drop the water in utter confusion. How could that be? It's impossible to hold water like that without a cup, it goes against the laws of physics! I am realizing i've spent a great deal of time looking for the cup when I was holding the water. Ironically, I've dropped the water to look for the cup. And my heart sings, "Here comes the rain again..." and I extend my arms and hold out my hands for another chance to fully embrace the mystical experiences of pure beingness and the absolute awe it invokes if we just let it.