It would be fun to have a picture of this...the way it feels to be made brand new...what you thought you were, unravelling. Stages of ugliness and discomfort giving way to beauty and joy all at once...simply the absence of everything you thought you were. It's the thoughts and the thought structures that unravel, with permission of course. But once the permission is given, it's a movement you can't stop. Like when knitters decide to rip out a sweater and they make a new ball of yarn to use again. There's a word for that but I don't know what it is.