You look at the answer when you ask the question. You close your eyes and speak to the wind. You run the race in the darkness. You try to find the end. Relieve the mind of things and concepts. Ideas go away. The mad rush to silence turns night into day. To find peace, perfection, and tranquility. One must let go of all that one sees. Take flight on wings of endless spirit. Take time to be thankful just to be. The mind be cool. Let go of self. Be one with time. For that is the golden rule. To find is to lose. To see is blind. You cannot bend the rule. Take flight on winds of endless spirit. Lose self and find that priceless jewel. When the I am becomes the we are. You have reached the first plateau. When one becomes all and all becomes one. Then finally you will. Vividly imagine, desire, be consumed with and it shall be so. The we is all you really need to know.