off in the shade, dreaming that the rustling trees were my many selves explaining themselves all at the same time so that I could not make out a single word. My life was a beautiful mystery on the verge of understanding, always on the verge!”
Charles Simic
Jean Zimmerman 
The feeling of always being on the verge of satori no doubt follow us into our final moments as we embrace the light in the last seconds of our existence or not…