Back when I lived in New York, I liked to go sit on the lawns of Central Park when it rained. My interest in this activity had a direct correlation to the amount of rain. During a thunderstorm you'd definitely see me out there somewhere, if you were looking for me. If it was just a drizzle, you'd probably have better luck finding me elsewhere.
The splatter of raindrops against everything and anything provided a sonic cocoon in which I could find peace. In a city where change is the only constant, constantly, a man can lose his inner peace easily. What happens when you have lost your inner peace? Well, it's much like when a Middle East peace accord has been violated--you have violence and turmoil. Sometimes, you even have all-out war. Yep, all inside you.
With the rain casting multiple veils of water all around me I sat one afternoon. New Yorkers were busy trying to stay dry, and the park was deserted for the most part. I had a headache (you'll hear me complain about my headaches a lot--after all, I was dropped on my head constantly as a child) but it was subsiding. Meditation can cure everything.
I entered a trance-like state. I felt myself rising above my body, looking down.
OK, that's a lie. I wish I had out of body experiences. But they never came.