Chapter 1 

I wanted all those billions of human beings, men, women, and children, of all races to see the brilliance of what had gotten them in a manner of speaking. I could feel them inside with an ardent plea to let them have a sign. It was the most difficult part of the journey. I knew they were there, I felt them from the first to the last it was uncanny. But how to let them know? How to give them that sign that they could recognize instantly, all at once, and be taken to their new embodiments.

I felt every rock and pebble, every stream, every leaf. I was filled with mountains. I was filled with all the skies that ever were and all the birds and animals.

There is a ferocious wind that blows through without disturbing one hair on your head.

David Eide
January 24, 2014