Satori is the sudden flashing into consciousness of a new truth hitherto undreamed of. It is
a sort of mental catastrophe taking place all at once, after much piling up of matters
intellectual and demonstrative. The piling has reached a limit of stability and the whole
edifice has come tumbling to the ground, when, behold, a new heaven is open to full
survey. … Satori comes upon a man unawares, when he feels that he has exhausted his
whole being. Religiously, it is a new birth; intellectually, it is the acquiring of a new
viewpoint. The world now appears as if dressed in a new garment.
— D. T. Suzuki
Did you know that when Marilyn Monroe
married Arthur Miller she had no veil
to match her dress, which was a color
the press would call sand or fawn,
so she dyed one, can you imagine,
in a bowl of coffee.