It is as if the soul dives down from on high, splashing into the human world at the moment we awaken from dreaming… and throughout the day, it swims, deeper, through, and down, into the material world we are enmeshed with. I feel that if I could, as in childhood, hold my spirit’s breath, and dead-man float to the surface of ‘the pool’, that there, I could lift my head — and I would see the world of angels.