Sometimes, as I sit here beneath a tree in the forest, cradled by the moss,
As I gaze at the sunlight, and feel the wind, I think…perhaps I am NOT in a forest,
Rather, sitting on the beach, at the edge of a vast sea of knowledge, and I am…playing with pebbles,
Sometimes it seems so close to my comprehension, that I can feel the ebb and pull of the tides in my veins,
Hear the rush of the breaking waves, and I feel almost as if I could ride these waves, as if I could crest…this place.