Imagine what life would have been like if we had been free to paint our own picture of it. In dreams, reality pokes its head. It's glorious. Try to let someone in on the idea that they are so much bigger and such more infinitely connected that they ever could have thought. The usual response is "nah, you're crazy." How many times has something happened in your life that is explained away by coincidence? Innerconnectivity allows so much to take place. And yet here we've been, satisfied with the starvation of our own souls for millenia. The wisest we'll ever be is at birth, and how quickly that's stolen away. Those who can maintain that childhood innocence(wisdom) or somehow relocate it are the most blessed among us.