This disturbed me. The second day after I awoke, I sat with my feet on a curved windowsill, looking out at a bluish landscape that did seem to be increasingly familiar. One of them came into the room. He smiled, and nodded his head, and told me. Beth Roberts has had an epiphany .
Epiphanies are great things.
I suggest you read Beth's, if only for the fire in her eyes. The primary one happened when I was a young teenager sometime. Like Beth's, mine involved a powerful set of insights that wanted to be written down. I should read them again. A feeling that I now knew everything important, both in terms of what is, and what I ought to do.