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Now I sailed, my body my vessel as it had always been, sure, but now a part of the sea. My face spread a quarter mile wide across her surface. My legs sunken and swirling in the guts of sunfish milling in the spring in the dense kelp forest. And so I return to where I was born: by way of fish, tide, and wind. Or it might be that now I am experiencing the planet as it is, as most things are moving in this way.

Then a god came to me:

"For feel thee, as thou art now in this state of non-being, and how in your disintegration you become integrated once again, but more conscious of the larger organism, the womb within which you have and always will be, for you are as much It as anything ever was and will be. There is no disintegration except in the mind, you see, no individuality except for the utter uniqueness of the mind observing the soul. To think there some holier purpose of the mind than to thirst after this, after the recognition of the parts, that thrill,to make up the soul, than noticing mindfully the parts that work within. The human does have omnition you see, in the Senses we carry and the mindfulness we can carry to those senses."