My internal experience has been a little crazy lately. I feel immaterial. Like the whole universe is a brief flash of light about to disappear. Many philosophers have written about this feeling. Dust in the wind, a flower wilting through the day, etc.
As I get older the sense of this feeling, the imminence of being on the threshold of transition into the next part of the mystery becomes simultaneously terrifying and exciting.
I suppose, in another way that makes today even more precious and I am thankful and excited to be writing this right now.