Sometimes when I am waking up, drifting out of a dream but not yet conscious, I hear a calm loving voice allaying all my fears. Sometimes the voice is unknown to me, sometimes it’s someone close to me, and sometimes the voice seems to be me. A part of me deep down inside who understands. I know this person. I meet him, sometimes,  in passing. He taps me gently on the shoulder at parties and invites me to go deeper with him. I wish I knew him better.