There were hundreds, perhaps thousands of us gathered in an open, outdoor space in an urban park. I stood with two others talking about trust near the front. We felt the totality of it, the fundamentals of basic trust and its absolute necessity at this moment. It meant trusting oneself, each other, what came through, our agreements, that all would be provided… everything. It was about unequivocal trust in divine perfection. And yet we understood it was not an object, an “it”; trust was the air we breathed.