Eat, Pray, Love

dia. Then I meditated for an hour of bone-tingling stillness until I finally felt it again—that spe-
cific, constant, clear-sky, unrelated-to-anything, never-shifting, nameless and changeless per-
fection of my own happiness. That happiness which is better, truly, than anything I have ever
experienced anywhere else on this earth, and that includes salty, buttery kisses and even
saltier and more buttery potatoes.
I was so glad I had made the decision to stay alone.
Eat, Pray, Love