“I lifted my face to the sun and let its warmth and light caress me with its favor.”

“As I walked briskly out the road the wind knifed at my face, but this sun caressed the back of my neck.”

“Sun always finds a way to give its light; truth always finds a way to show its face!”

“The sun sliced through the windshield, sealing me in light. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth on my eyelids. Sunlight traveled a long distance to reach this planet; an infinitesimal portion of that sunlight was enough to warm my eyelids. I was moved. That something as insignificant as an eyelid had its place in the workings on the universe, that the cosmic order did not overlook this momentary fact.”

“I followed the river to the shallows where it spoke of its bed, in whispering tones as gentle as the sun's growing warmth.”

“I sunk into velvety nothingness. It caressed my skin, lapped at my temples, the nape of my neck. It circled me like smoke, its touch light, but all consuming. And just as I was about to lose consciousness, I heard the voice. 'Hello, Kali. I'm Zev.”