There we find the lessons of love! There we find the book of life! Not on the television, but in all of nature. Look how the leaves of the trees lift in delight as the gentle breeze ripples through them, caresses them. Listen to their beautiful language as they whisper to one another. All is alive; nothing is what it seems. Then write a poem about what you experience. This begins to open doors that the subconscious has always held in readiness, but which the conscious mind was not aware of. Not aware of because our present culture strives to take us away from such awareness and potential autonomy. Our present culture militates against the deeper, the mystical to fix us firmly in the material world – for obvious reasons.