To find myself I must be willing to let go of myself and all ideas I have about who that is and who I think I might become. After willingness is established then the hard part begins, cessation of all doing. The irony is unmistakable—the inherent difficulty of nothingness, in withholding all attempts to perform, produce or arrive at anything. In the words of Carl Jung, to “purposely expose oneself to the danger of being devoured by the monster of the maternal abyss”. * Awe causes me to stop. As such, it is both a gateway to and the infinite