There is a level of consciousness between sleeping and fully wakening when the worries of the day have not settled upon us; the body is stilled, and the senses wholly receptive. If the sun is bright, there is pure silence, or the birds are beginning to sing, this shining level of consciousness can come to be the nearest we will get to paradise this side of our quietus. Every day should begin so. This is no dream. This is the reality. The world outside is beautiful. We do our best to hide it. We cover it. We push it further back. The ugliness we make ourselves. We originate our own worries. We put on our shackles; build our prisons. We can only glimpse the golden reality, briefly, through our tiny barred windows.
John Wyatt -- The Shining Levels p61f