Transcending is like crashing, holding onto a construct, an old belief system, something outdated, the mind is sure will help, but doesn’t. Between a rock and a hard place, unable to let go, unsure of the next handhold, foothold, you grasp onto your old ideas, watch them slip through your fingers, feeling helpless, scream, descrying your fate,(most people do). But in the stillness, the knowing, commit to the fall. Let it burn, wind against your plummeting self, sparking like flint, beyond mind, the abject fear, like a runway vaults you past ego, the Who Am I and in that space you become tangible. Presencing the self, that awareness, that being-ness situates you exactly. Where right doesn’t matter, love does.