The world moves: jays crisscross the sky, clouds stretch across a blue expanse, roosters call across the hills and rise to the challenge of life. An old hound bellows, reminding himself of his self, and the grass sways in tune with sing-song warblers.
Yet every sound slides across solid ice, every response is a reflection in glass, and our soul, the soul, is infinitely wide and deep, smooth and still.