Great to meet each of you online, face to (virtual) face! Sorry again about the familial interruptions. It is such a pleasure to connect with others with similar interests, ideas, outlooks, etc. It really feels like a strong community, a strong sangha. Michael, I had to leave before having the chance to say that I totally related to what you were saying about the frustration, and even (maybe this is more me) some confusion initially, about various spiritual emphases that do not seem to know how to think about or deal with the senses, the body. I’m sure this has been discussed here. I used to be confused about this aspect in regards to A Course in Miracles - there is a lot of talk about the relationship between ego-identification (“ego” in the book means something kind of specific, but not the “healthy Freudian ego”) and body-identification. But I think my confusion, which has diminished a lot over time, has more to do with me and less to do with the book. Because when I experience a deep sense of love, or a heightened awareness (tonight, for example, walking towards the cruise ship at night, outside San Juan, with the lights on the boat shining or burning, and the night air sweet and warm and vivid), I am embodied, I am in my body, but I have no thought whatsoever that “I am a body” - if anything, the feeling is more like “I am the witness, and what I am seeing is enormously, endlessly interesting, is capacious, is Whitmanian, to my self, my senses, to me.” Also, John, it was a real pleasure listening to what you had to say. You mentioned Whitman, I think in the context of Gnosticism, and I wanted to say that I am a big fan of readings of Whitman that do not take his “plainspokenness” for something…conventional, or easy, or “exoteric.” There is something undeniably hermetic about Whitman, without a doubt, although I think it can speak to anyone. Actually, as I was enjoying our walk tonight around San Juan, I was noticing people in a way I thought, felt or hoped Whitman might have experienced in terms of seeing - something beautiful about each stranger’s dignity, something incommensurable, unreplaceable, their full unique person, living story, full unthrottled self - where aesthetics and ethics really and actually meet. Well, I hope to participate more in these discussions in the future. Thank you so much.