So, is Our Tragic Universe more like Meg's genre fiction, a chick lit novel about intelligent women balancing careers and men, or is it more like her literary novel, a formless
yet deeper meditation on life and art?
Yet in a previous comment you stated: «So if someone gets
deep into Buddist
meditation, which I have not tried, but I have been guessing is a little bit like my knitting of repeat lace patterns (knit, yarn over, purl, two together, repeat... Over and over), if someone really gets into the yoga, and I have worried about, and they get into a
deep tranquility... But they derive an innocent benefit from it, I am going with, it is a gift from God.»
Light like this is seen rarely with the eyes open,
yet it is familiar to that which can be apprehended with the eyes closed in lucid dream,
deep meditation, and near - death experiences.