Standing by the flagpole on the lower square, which juts westward on its cramped platform, I am watching a pregnant cat waddle under the walls of the ancient fortification. I am right above it. Soon to have its litter, it is just plodding ahead. Transfixed by its swinging belly, I am just watching. Out of the blue, life grabs me. Time stops. And I am one with the cat. One with its grassy path. One with the entire world. When I snap out of my reverie, I shake my head in awe. How very close we are to enlightenment. Always.