Perhaps the truth of someone knowing themselves on the deepest level  of consciousness comes when a person stops trying to place themselves in a category such as Liberal, Conservative, rich, poor, pretty, average, fat, thin, tall, short, Prophet, Teacher, Preacher, Mathematician, Magician…Butcher, Baker, Candlestick Maker or Indian Chief and realizes who they are as a whole individual being without comparison to other beings; when it becomes amazing, enough and prideful for one to simply say…“I am.” ~ Carolyn Tate

In a nearby country town hardly big enough to elicit a dot on a Rand McNally map, an ominous man walked into the only bank within a ten mile radius.  A hood over his head hid his identity, but the large gun in his hand was evidence of his ill intent.  Like something from a B-movie, he shouted, “Everyone get down!” and pointedly swung his gun around the room.  Fear coursing through their veins, the men and women unluckily fated to be customers doing their banking right at that very moment obediently hit the cold slabs of the bank’s tiled floor.

One banking client didn’t get down fast enough.  He was an older man with slower joints and jilted movements. The hooded bandit had no .........