"I" Divers

Strange days see the wise engrossed in the unusual. As the nightfall of eternity approaches, they become acutely aware of the beauty of being. They gaze deeply into a river of self-perpetuated existence in search for an entrance into the "I." They find what they seek. It is at the epiphany of self-realization, that they, without a moment's hesitation, dive into and across the veil of darkness. What they discover for themselves is not new -- only it is a destination rarely arrived at. It is a swim through a sea of stars, the delicate energy of a million dandelions lazily releasing their seeds into the wind, and the exhilaration of soaring across a canyon stuffed with embracing rainbows. 

Beneath the mundane reality of the everyday, an extremely subtle realm exists. Every man, woman, and child has a place there, but the problem is access. Yet, from as little as a single lifetime of soul-searching a portal may sublimate from out of the darkest recesses of the mind.  

A cornucopia of scattered and directionless thoughts require a guide. The perspicacious divers, however, redefine raw intellectualization. They lead themselves. Their journeys inside and outside the winding passages of mind-space have been fruitful. They arrive at a matrix of answers so profound only the recursive questions spawned from the "I" can explain them. They travel over the vast expansion of the superego, through territory unbeknown to most, compiling a compendium of experience.

As the sun rays of a nascent day spread across the horizon, they return. Revelations are meant to be shared, so they invite in and begin to nurture the curiosities of  seekers. Their interpretation of reality slowly trickles down the chain of inquirers at a rate equivalent to the formation of stalactites. But it is enough to have an impact on the conditioned minds of ordinary folk. Some lucky ones are able to exit the material rat-race before death. Most, unfortunately, do not. Those that succeed become truly enveloped by an inner universe of consciousness, and the defining qualities of "I" reveal themselves. 

The sensation one feels when having this shift in reality is the same as when a memory crosses the threshold of conscious awareness. The machinations of the mind that underly the difference between remembering and not remembering are only understood when one has taken his or her first dive within the "I."