....the last thing i remember was the hideous smell of brisket floating up through the floorboards....it's that deepest kind of rest. the kind where you are in another dimensional state. that kind where fire-alarms go off in your house and you don't ever hear it. the kind where you re-emerge: changed. bright. new. seeing technicolor. neons. and bright bursts of color. life becomes a Peter Max poster. serendipitous moments to follow....

it's like nothing else on earth. samadhi. samadhi for a reason.