Our lives slip like smoke. We think that we labor and practice patience; struggle in the darkness of not knowing. But I see that it's all, already happening. This 'time' thing is a gift so that we can witness creation's rapid evolution in slow motion; to savor the small discoveries and birthing of worlds. If we din't feel the ache of longing and despair of not knowing, we wouldn't appreciate the magnitude of this miraculous, nearly accidental, space of breath taking beauty. We fall in and out of wholeness, in and out of love, to remember the electric alchemy of evolution. Time was created as a meticulous foreplay before we realize we've been in the orgasmic rapture all along.