Sometimes I can taste and feel that I am touching absolute reality. It always lies at the far edge of form: a way of breaking a rule that somehow seems to fulfill it at the same time (rather than merely following it, which changes nothing). The interplay between Kel Valhaal and Reign Array is as simple as this: mastery over a form, disciplined work, clear focus, and then - kicking down the latter. I feel it composing music, writing poetry, sculpting, but also in relationships and professional situations (not to mention more by-wrote scenerios like fitness).
The counterintuive aspect is that the rupture with the form is never a sort of terrorist attack coming from the outside - it is always somehow immanent to the form itself, even if its (the rupture's) nature is not determinate. The transcendental isn't a blissed-out space of oneness and joy, it is a catharsis that is specific to a situation (and, ideally, at the same time ascesis, fervor and majesty )