For me, the question is whether my encounter with death has freed me enough from the addictions of the world that I can be true to my Work as I now see it "sent" from above. It clearly involves a call to prayer, contemplation, silence, solitude, and inner detachment. I have to keep choosing my "not belonging" in order to belong, my not being from below in order to be from above. For, the taste of God's unconditional love quickly disappears when the addictive powers of everyday existence make their presence felt again.
I'd learn a lot and get it right
I'd rent a loft I'd drink all night
I'd be a living archetype
And in a blinding flash of light
I'd see that one great insight
But silence called me deeper still
Like nothing else ever will