“Once all the layers and imperfections concealing truth have been washed away, insight is boundless with little left to know.” I read this recently on the side of a beautiful hand-made vase. You never know where you might find inspiration. A beautiful thought, but is it really possible to get to this place once and for all, or is it the process itself that helps us see flashes of insight? What a glorious relief and release it would be to have that clarity of thought, of “knowing.”