As I sit there on the third floor of the train looking out at the lake I can't help but feel that this action - of staring out into an incalculable vastness, expresses the entire process of our existence. To see, from one perspective or another, a great body of multitudinous mass made more or less out of no one thing other than it self. And to know that we the watching are not part of the audience off stage and aside but part of that vastness. The concept of that division is the most brightest form of ignorance. There is no human action which is unnatural to him or to nature. To say, at any time, that our actions, our thoughts and emotions occur separately and independently of that vastness is the most violent form of thought. For the division of self and other - of self and thing, are now and have always been illusion. Sitting here on the third floor of the train looking out at the lake, that division dims down.