“All Is Alive”
“‘Eternal, all-encompassing Bliss surrounds even the smallest particle of creation. Death is an illusion.’ The seeker turned his head toward the buttes. From the thickly clustered evergreens emanated cascades of what looked like silver foam, bubbles of glinting argent. From the buttes themselves flowed huge sails of the same frothy, frosted silver. He lowered his eyes to the grass near his feet, and watched as the blades breathed in and out, in ever-so-shallow respirations. The stream fairly danced with vitality, revealing a subtle “waterway” above it, which traced its course and movement in flashing dots of brilliant light.”