I was riding the subway one day when the train came to a screeching halt.  From a thousand miles an hour to zero, the whole car lifted off the tracks, my hand was ripped from the pole and I went flying – I ended up in the arms of a stranger.  This all happened so fast.  There was no thought. I went from standing there to – bam -10 feet down the isle, collapsed with some startled business man (he was really holding on).  There was a brief second that I couldn’t figure out how I had gotten from there to here.  Hadn’t there been a sound? A jerk? A moment of impact? 

Enlightenment, I’ve decided, is like getting hit in the head with a brick and it’s also like nothing ever happened at all. 

p.s.  Someone just read this and thought it preposterous that I may be claiming to be enlightened.  C’mon, does that sound like me?  Moments of enlightenment happen every day. Catch one.