Out of the blue, I realized only this morning that my spiritual development, as reflected in my writing, is closely related to my painting. That is, both Bon Buddhism and Bon Yoga are very much intertwined with my Cave Art Now cycle. In fact, the cycle goes back to prehistoric shamanism, which is at the foundations of the interconnected spiritual paths. In my own life, it all goes back to the late Eighties and early Nineties, when my writing and painting interlocked. But I found this realization so startling that I was puzzled that it had not dawned on me much earlier—say, a quarter of a century ago. And then I started wondering whether I had forgotten about it in the meanwhile, for the intimate relationship between my writing and painting struck me as old hat. It must be all over my magnum opus by now, I figured. In the end, I got utterly confused. Am I unto something entirely new, or am I suffering from momentary oblivion? As ever, the best I can do is record the conundrum. The resolution will follow in the fullness of time. Phew!