I feel disassociated at moment. One of those mornings when you wake up and the haze of morning has yet to burn off, that haze was in my mind and outside of my window. I reflect on which is the authentic, my understanding from the outside or my translations within. One is individual and one is shared. The stillness of the mountain lake with clouds and world reflected can be devastated with a mere pebble thrown in. In other words, a fragility and weakness always exists if we are to be true to ourselves and surroundings and push the ego aside. Very important.