To hone awareness as one does a prized and oft-used knife yields a weapon far subtler than the finest of blades. For through it the woods speak and the mountains groan, the sky dances and the sun sings. But awareness, as the sharpest knife, often slips from the hands of its bearer and deeply cuts. Its weight, though finely balanced, bears greatly on the mind which comprehends, and the bridge which separates One from All seems arduous and not easily tread.