“I was taken back, it seemed, to the Beginning …”  

One day, in quiet reflection, I was taken deep into the Self, taken back, it seemed, to the Beginning.  Here is how I described it right afterwards:

“There was a sense of things shattering, like crockery breaking, or like the shell of an egg breaking.  (I think of Kabbalah and its image of Creation as divine vessels breaking.)  Then there is a river, or milk, flowing out from amidst the shards.  The river is clouded in mist and flows a long way down canyons of shards or rocks.  Until it settles in a pool below.  Tranquil waters.  This is when Life begins.  Cool, calm but rippling waters.”