From the bottom, the wave appears ever so dreadful. It casts a long shadow; it towers at such a height. And what strange, dark shapes swirl underneath its shimmering curvature! There is hardly anything but fear, but not without this faintly smoldering ambition to climb it.
When one finds oneself perched atop its crest, which can happen every so often given the right conditions, one sees almost everything at once, and well, then there is nothing else to do but to ride the wave. One cannot do otherwise: there is only one direction to go.
Mastery comes with learning to climb atop the wave between shorter and shorter intervals. This is one of the highest experiences available to the intellect as far as I know, besides enlightenment. Such are the topographies of the energy that runs through us.
I'm not necessarily talking about power, but experience.
