Guidance    Heading toward waking up but refusing to get up as the sun comes busting through the window. That's what it's like when we don't get it because we don't want to get it. That's what it's like as my mind drifts into places I don't want to go, places where flashes of insight turn into indelible enlightenment. I can't put the dream behind – it is burned onto the screen in the back of my mind. “I don't want to know; I just want to leave here for someplace better,” I tell the steering whee...