This question haunted me all my life and suddenly it hit me: 'There is no self to realise. What the hell have I been doing all this time?' You see, that hits you like lightning. Once that hits you, the whole mechanism of the body that is controlled by this thought is shattered. What is left is the tremendous living organism with an intelligence of its own. What you are left with is the pulse, the beat and the throb of life.
--- U.G. Krishnamurti
A pregnant Sabrina sitting alongside Les Gorges du Gouleyrous, South of France 2015