True enlightenment is not proven through moments of insight, but through how we treat others afterward.
The mountaintop is easy; the descent is the test. We can dissolve into oneness on the cushion and still walk back into the kitchen and clip someone with our impatience. Insight that ends at the edge of our own skull was never really insight — it was scenery. If everything is one body, then the way we handle the next person is the only honest report of what we actually saw. So the practice was never the vision; it was what the vision left in our hands. What did your clearest moment change about the way you met the very next stranger?