It’s true I wasn’t just talking about my experience at Elektroschock, allthough that was part of it. Throughout that Saturday I was conscious of a feeling that the nameless something that I have pursued all of my life, whether in the form of God or a friend or a lover, was right by my side, around and above and within me. Call it God/dess, “call it the shadow of myself”; Comforter; Companion; call it what you will – I was suffused with a sense of completeness. That night, dancing ecstatically and then later sitting, feeling the soothing vibrations of the subwoofers, I did not feel the usual anxiousness that I was not with anyone, was not talking to anyone. I sat alone and was content; and when a friend came and sat next to me for a time I was also content; and then when I chatted with friends at the bar I was also content. The familiar sense that I am missing out, that something is at this moment slipping out of my fingers, was absent. I was satisfied in and of myself; I was cradled in the divine.