But -- have you ever had that feeling -- which is less of a feeling and more of a tasting or a hearing or a not-seeing -- that there is another world hovering just on the edge of this one? Or not the edge, as such -- behind the ever-fluttering curtain of this one. My head was full of it today. I don't know why: usually I get this sort of thing when I find myself in a very strange and beautiful place; woods, or a cathedral, or up on the hill behind my old house with a candle. There wasn't anything about me that seemed to be a link to some otherness. It was only there, catching at my thoughts. The curtain never parted -- I haven't had the flash in months, if not a full year -- but I could sense that there was a curtain.

I apologise for quoting so much material, but, basically, yeah. Every word there is just right; I know what you're talking about. I haven't had the flash in months, either --
-- it kind of seems that the more entrenched in Real Life one becomes, as she tries to, you know, cope with it, adjust to it, the farther away the flash is. I'm not really sure what to do about that.
I am glad that the curtain is at least around the corner somewhere for you, though. ♥