the crystal split into two evenly sized pieces one cloudy and ragged, the other smooth and clear...the two sides of existence lay on the cool dark cement floor. a vision from the day before flew through the room like a specter magic rarely goes as planned...our prayers are always answered but the eye of the will distorts...separation is an invention of ego-consciousness. our soul knows nothing of it. it is as foreign to our soul as omnipresence is to our bodies. a inconceivable, unattainable concept.