Reading your posts is always a pleasure, Itisnowagain.
What was written in another thread fits pretty well here
Two birds, beautiful of wing, close companions, cling to one
common tree: of the two one eats the sweet fruit of the tree,
the other eats not but watches his fellow.
The soul is the bird that sits immersed on the one common
tree; but because he is not lord he is bewildered and has
sorrow. But when he sees that other who is the Lord and
beloved, he knows that all is His greatness and his sorrow
passes away from him.
When, a seer, he sees the Golden-hued, the maker, the Lord,
the Spirit who is the source..., then he becomes the
knower and shakes from his wings sin and virtue; pure
of all stain he reaches the supreme identity...
Vast is That, divine, its form unthinkable; it shines out sub-
tler than the subtle: very far and farther than farness, it is
here close to us, for those who have vision it is even here in
this world; it is here, hidden in the secret heart....
- Mundaka Upanishad (chapter three, section one).