I lay partially awake surfing the shores of consciousness as lucid, splendid thoughts inseparable from the cosmos flow through all elements of being.  In a fully awake mind they turn isolated, limp and opaque.  Oh, to be able to think with the universal intelligence of the cosmos, rather than the pitiful, little manifestation of it called mind.  Once in a while there are flashes of what it would be like---simple, beautiful, profound effortless.