laterals

 

    "I kept as still as I could.  Nothing happened.  I did not expect anything to happen.  I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more.  I was entirely happy.  Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge.  At any rate, that is happiness;  to be dissolved into something complete and great.  When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep." Willa Cather, My Antonia.  return