As I was watching the world pass by my window, I was contemplating the latest lesson. The man riding the elephant down the hill was clubbing him with a stick between the ears. The elephant was trying to poop and walk, so he must have slowed down. I hadn't really noticed before that elephants make sounds when they are disturbed.
The dispassion allows for a space, a shift in timing for a reaction, a gap as I like to refer to it. In the past the gap allowed for the Divine to make the call instead of my ego. At this point, my capacity is limited, so I am just sitting in the presence of the unfolding and learning.