When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
An excerpt from William Blake’s The Tiger, which I find reflects on a very good question to ask but that needs not an answer, as I look back at the moment after my Temascal ceremony, and find myself gazing at the moon, adrift in a friendly sea, floating with no fears at all, being one in body, mind and spirit and one with everything else out there in our Universe.
Can you see the stars? Can you picture yourself floating in this same sea?