Imagine that there was a way… that… with each word we wrote or spoke… we would become more naked… more transparent… so that each utterance would remove another sheaf of armor… slip another cloak of illusion… until, with each linguistic movement, the essential brightness underneath… pure and true… burning and spinning in the heart of us… would emerge more clearly into the world…

And this would proceed with such intensity that after even a few words… we ourselves would become so electrified and excited… that we could not wait to speak the next syllable… to remove another layer… to return and become that essence… so preciously alive… and buried in the endless costumes life and fear have wrought.

One… more… word…