You’re hanging by a vine over the edge of a high cliff.
Looking up, you see a ferocious tiger pacing the ledge above, waiting to devour you if you try to climb back up. Looking down, you see another tiger waiting at the bottom of the abyss, waiting for you to fall.
To make matters worse, two mice—one black, one white, representing night and day—emerge from a crevice and begin gnawing steadily at the vine holding you up. Little by little, thread by thread, the vine gives way.
As you hang there in total peril, with no escape and limited time, you notice a wild strawberry growing out of the cliffside right next to you. Reaching out with one hand, you pluck it, put it in your mouth, and bite down.
It is absolute, breathtaking perfection. The sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted.

The first nine steps clean up our history. They all look backward. Evaluate how we live. Acknowledge failure. Inventory shortcomings. Double resolve. Make amends.

Then finally, life is clean.

This can be intimidating. How will the world accept my divine soul? Intimacy is letting you see me be me. 

Can I be intimate with the world?