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Storm clouds vault menacingly from distant mountains.
Beauty and violence embrace in the early evening. So many people describe to me their experience of enlightenment as being like a burst of white light I have never felt or seen any burst of white light. Alas, that I have not experienced enlightenment. But once, When I was a very small child, I had a wonderful dream, that I have never forgotten. It was night, and I was at a lake.