[nas·cent
adjective: nascent
just coming into existence and beginning to display signs of future potential.]

Here we were, six, suave, highly educated men, walking through the untamed and unruly African bush with our armed guide when suddenly, we came upon this pile of dung! What an unparalleled thrill! We gathered round the dung like eager school children, looking to our guide to educate us!

“Firstly”, said he, “this is ‘scat’ not ‘dung’”, lol… “this is good news” he said, “for it means we can track the scat to it’s owners, a pride of lions!” My heart nearly stopped with anticipation! Although, I have spent countless days stalking the king-of-beasts through the African bush, and encountering lion countless times, each time is unique, even paradisiacal! I’m afraid that if one has not experienced it, one can only guess what it’s like to stalk a lion and smell the acrid scent of it’s urine,
‘Puny-man’, fragile human, face-to-face with man-eating-beast! Only then can you taste the unparalleled buzz, of eat or be eaten! Whenever I found myself trekking through the African bush, although, an accomplished hypnotist myself, I found myself, mesmerized, transported through a dreamlike portal, immediately going from the frenzied ‘beta’/stress-state to ‘alpha’, or even ‘theta’, the laid-back states of ‘paradise’!

So, in normal life, when encountering of pile of cat-pooh, revulsion fills you,
In the wilderness, though, cat-scat is ever nascent with exhilarating possibilities,
Enlightenment, even, lol, why not?

The African bush has taught me then,
To carefully and introspectively look for the nascent possibilities whenever you find yourself knee-deep in some s- -t or other,
Dive deeply into it,
Look for your paradise,
And when you find it,
Hiding knee-deep in dung,
Turn the door-knob and,
Enter your paradise!