How do wolves sense prey from miles and miles away? How do birds know where to fly when the weather cools? There is an undercurrent of knowledge that sits below consciousness. We grant it a mystical quality because it’s not immediately available to us. It sits latent, in equilibrium. It’s sand through our fingers but sand nevertheless. When we manifest something, we suspect it’s something like a witch’s brew, but really it’s been there all along. We strip, instead of add. We focus and eliminate doubt, freeing it to surface. It’s quite impossible to accurately describe or predict, but tell me you doubt it’s there. You don’t. You somehow know. Feeling is enough.