This is a book about Longing. All that is described herein - the stage settings and props, the many players, and the ecstasies and agonies of the script - all have, as their heartbeat, their breath, their spark of existence, the Fulfillment of Longing. From childhood to old age, it follows the Journey not of a saint, but a simple man, in search of that Fulfillment. It's the story, as well, of a lifetime of unimaginable experiences, and enduring transmutations of ongoing experience that followed the fruition of Longing; a story of Heart and Mind, in search of what the world at large deems a fairytale, a myth devised in the minds of hysterical religionists; The Kingdom of Heaven, within, called by many names. What if, in time, the Radiance in your Heart, Like a Wellspring of Transmuting Love, Vanquished the terrible pain of yourself, Leaving intact all that you had taken yourself to be, But stealing from your experience, the felt sense of "you", That very felt sense that had vanished one fateful day, So long ago in time, when time and all things Vanished... In the Rapture of Nonexistent Existence.