I think back to before my second-stage birth and try to remember what it was like to be unsighted. Not surprisingly, it’s all a blur; nothing but fog and wisps of dreamstuff. What was I thinking? What was I doing? I can’t make sense of it now because it didn’t make sense then. I was just going along to get along, trying to fit in but not very hard, wondering why I didn’t fit and faking my whole damn life. Who, what and where did I think I was? No one, nothing, and nowhere. I knew it and hated it, but I didn’t know what to do about it. Then came the initial nondual insight. In a flash, everything lit up and all was known and could never be unknown again because the knowing was actually an all-inclusive unknowing. After that it was just two years of processing and ten years of acclimating and then the high weirdness of being a normal person in a profoundly abnormal situation; an adult in a child’s world.