You may have noticed in my stuff on Medium that I have a special affection for Yeats.

Yeah, one has to be blind to miss it. I loved the stories how you searched for your family roots.

I would like to hear more about that. Especially the “just found out” part. It sounds like there’s a story there!

I’m afraid there is not much to add to what I’ve already said. I guess, it’s my misuse of English language that sometimes creates undue expectations. I meant to say, “I simply realized”. And I was referring to those feelings of certainty of availability of all the power in the universe accompanied by lack of desire to use it (or laziness), because everything is clearly as it should be.

On the other hand, you are right that there is a story behind it. But none that you would not already know. Well, if I was an aspiring self-help guru, I would be probably writing and selling books about it. But if I learned something during the last two years, then it’s something along the lines of “silence is golden”.

It’s a topic that on one hand makes most people make weird movements with their eyebrows and corners of mouths (I can clearly tell, even if I can’t see their faces :D), and on the other makes few hopefully (but wrongly) expect the same experience (to the T). As you may have guessed I’m talking about satori, samadhi, nirvana, or what have you, which is indeed an experience that comes and goes, but it brings certain knowledge. The question for me, in this regard, is whether I allow this knowledge to change the person who types these words (well, it’s more of a question how much resistance I will exert, because prevent it, I cannot). Then again, talking specifically only about the experience itself always felt counterproductive to me. It helps no one and it’s like bragging about the details of a good sex.

All in all, no big deal.