But, there is something else at work in the wind. Something that is hard to grasp, but can’t be denied. This is the mystery that is felt by the “spiritual sailor”. To the spiritual sailor, the wind is alive. Our sails fill with the breath of the universe. Time has no meaning, as we sail the oceans of infinity. We are sailing close to that ultimate home that we have always longed for. Nothing else, now matters. Without the constricts of time, the infinite sea can be viewed from every vantage point. It is everything and nothing, all at the same time.