There is nothing more important than knowing the 'I', the 'I' which makes one run tirelessly after things;
which makes one run in a vicious circle of joy and sorrow; and which makes one believe how incomplete it is.
The day this 'I' is known, a miracle is seen, a miracle which has always been there but the 'I' always covered it. A miracle that dissolves the separateness and individualities into the ever present One.
That moment is a moment of real celebration; a moment of freedom, a moment of silence;
a moment of dissolving in the Whole.