A free flowing life gives you a maddening sense of lightness. Sometimes a bit unbearable. Is that lightness the ultimate sense of being? Is Peace, as we experience It as that ethereal smile on Buddha’s face, a by-product of His free flowing life. Or is That He and others we think as Gods searched and found, the search making their lives flow freely. ‎Free flowing life, and it’s ‘experiments with truth’ ending on one moment when that lightness becomes so very bearable and finds its expression as His smile. The bearable lightness of Buddha’s smile. And another man’s (or God’s?), experiments with life, and truth finding it’s expression as a non-violent freedom – Gandhi and this unbearable lightness of freedom.