Do not believe as I did. When the world breaks open, fall apart with her entrails, fall with the stones or fly. Let the crush of it make you into some new thing not yourself. See how these trees take the teat of the world and suckle it, drinking time, knowing it is perfect with or without them. Lacking their religion, you will have to make your own. You are the world that stirs. This is the world that waits.
