Flow

It once dawned on me as I was playing piano, that this moment was perfect. Every stone laid in the pyramids of Egypt, every piece of steel in the Empire State Building, every ripple of water that ever existed, every Star that ever died was placed in such a fashion that I could enjoy that moment of playing the piano. I couldn't help but to be in awe of the orchestration within the universe. The notes flowed from my fingers with such ease. A calm washed over me and I could feel a oneness with the universe in a way that I had never felt before. In that moment I could finally see the universe and myself not as separate entities but as the same whole. That was flow. That was creation in its purest form.