Before I went traveling I lived in a house where we banned the word “Enlightenment.” At the time it was the impossible, unreachable, unfathomable dream, and I suppose we couldn’t take the pressure of being held up to our Goal, being only human as we were. Afterwards, somewhere along the way the word did begin to drop out of my mind — no saint would I strive to be. I relocated the problem as being that I wasn’t being fully human. Those unenlightened demons — jealousy, hatred, anger, fear, impatience — were allowed some freedom to surface and make themselves heard. They can roar, so I roar sometimes, and wail, splutter, shriek and sizzle as well as dance and giggle. It’s nothing like what I thought enlightenment was but it sure feels better.