There is a crack in everything…that’s how the light gets in. 

A Leonard Cohen line…and I think it’s true. 

I think we’re all cracked. 

The trouble is most of us suffer from hairline cracks, tiny little things, dainty and easy to miss, cracks that allow nothing through save a few lonely photons, random sparks in the dark. 

But cracks never heal and over time, many lifetimes perhaps, the crack widens and the light breaks through and, as with a stream of water, the force of it eventually breaks us open and as we fill with light the world can be seen as it’s never been seen before; it loses solidity, begins to be flexible, spacious, so spacious in fact, that it’s easy to imagine a being of less density passing through it with little or no resistance, as if through water or air. 

Long held certainties, unquestioned realities, stand now on shaky ground. The mind can go anywhere it wants; into your hand through tissue to cell to molecule to atom to…. what’s this?…the electrons and protons are popping in and out of existence, here/gone, here/gone, here/gone. Half of the time the particles are pure energy, matter doesn’t exist, and then it does, and then it doesn’t and so on to infinity, (another inconceivable conception…or non-conception). 

Time is the trickster here and space his inseparable companion, they are the picture frame and nothing can exist but within that frame. Except that now you are outside of the frame, you must be, because there it is in front of you, and now even those fundamental pillars of ‘reality’ become something to be explored and, like a Marvel movie hologram, can be twisted inside out, re-wound or fast forwarded at a whim, moved through instantly at the speed of thought…no, not thought, consciousness…that which is beyond ego… your own personal little flake of God. 

There is no place but here, no time but now. 

Reality is what you decide it is. 

Look for the light…expand the crack.