i am grateful for the vision, the buzz, that i pursue
it is one of hope and light
it is one of joy and peace
it is not the darkness that still permeates my cell walls
firing synapses recognized as outdated – dying off
and the fact that i am still working within ideals of time
shows that i’ve not grokked my vision fully yet
but it still pulls me, guides me, pushes me and burns me
like a sculptor who carves away that which is not the artistic vision
what is left is the vision
it is not easy — and it’s not hard
it is sometimes lonely… yet another sign there is more to grok

Grok means to understand so thoroughly that the observer becomes a part of the observed—to merge, blend, intermarry, lose identity in group experience. It means almost everything that we mean by religion, philosophy, and science—and it means as little to us (because of our Earthling assumptions) as color means to a blind man.
Robert A. Heinlein, “Stranger in a Strange Land”