I’m thinking that Enlightenment usually breezes in from a side window rather than the front door. Or sometimes it strolls into the bar that you’re drinking a beer at and by the time you turn around to pay your bill and leave, it’s vanished. Not sad at all really, just consider yourself fortunate to have momentarily crossed paths with something so brilliant. These amazing moments can’t truly last forever. Best not to chase after it either. That would be akin to constantly trying to catch a breathe of fresh air. What would be the sense in that?