Once in a rare moment of clarify, at the age of seven, a table knife enlightened me into the realization that space existed between all things, and although invisible was clearly there. After spreading bucket-tub peanut butter and grape jelly - grape, because grape was the least expensive and therefore always in abundance - on white bread, I laid the butter knife on the table. In that moment, I was instantly aware of the space between the knife and the Formica table top. I first learned over to get a better angle of the space between the knife and the table, then got down on my knees and placed my eyeball as close to the point of contact and stared. I could see the space, and I knew there was space in the knife and in the table too. So, if there is space between everything, where does the noise come from? If there is space between everything, and we can't the space between everything, that means nothing touches, and if nothing touches, then my body doesn't touch itself, so I must have space in me. Then, since the space is invisible, then there are things that are invisible that are here too. Do people know this? People need to know this. This seemed urgent to me then.
Fifty plus or minus years have come and gone since that day, but that realization was pivotal in shaping the expansion of my perspective. Today, I sit on this couch staring out a sliding glass door into the expansive wilderness of this sanctuary and marvel at the space with the same urgency coupled with temperance - like dying on a warm summer afternoon.
I used to think, "I need space." I like empty rooms, dark, empty highways, wide open fields, huge swaths of forest, and expansive oceans. Now I know I am space. I am the emptiness between the knife and the Formica.
There is only one thing I need to know in order to understand myself. And that is that I am nothing. I am Nobody. I do not exist. I am empty. And what I do does not matter because the purpose is unreal. There is no hurry because there is no mission. The reason I am telling you this is to free you from what you believe about yourself, so that you can Be. Accept your nothingness. Fall in love with being Nobody. (Merlin)
Such a relief not to be me. 
