And that’s when you know you will live whether you will or not, one way or another, because everything is everything else, one long muscle. It’s no more mysterious than that. So you relax, you don’t fight it anymore, the darkness coming down called water, called spring, called the green leaf, called a woman’s body as it turns into mud and leaves, as it beats in its cage of water, as it turns like a lonely spindle in the moonlight, as it says yes.
