Behold the land ripped open before you, with the new ancient eyes of those who have lived a thousand lives and yet again are surprised, since any wonder is a wonder, now and forever changing and the same, like pieces of the universe itself.
Behold those hands stretched out in front of you, for they are yours and everyone else's and they have been to many places and held the water of every river and every cristalized lake.
Behold your spirit running wild across the fields, behold its light and its darkness and everything in between. Let it drip slowly, steadily as every particle becomes dust and joins the wind in that hidden simphony long searched for. Reach out, then, and feel the tips of your fingers tingles as you graze the edges of the world.