I sit at the base of a gray and craggy-faced rock buried
to her hips in loam, as she silently reveals the geology
of this place. “Is this the world?” I ask her. “Or the one
my mind creates?

                                                          —As for us:
We must uncenter our minds from ourselves;
We must unhumanize our views a little, and
become confident...
                                                           

"I awoke with a wolf, or a large dog, standing next to me.
Maybe I was still dreaming?"
“It was a wolf,” she replied.
"Last night, a pack was seen crossing the valley—not to
bear witness, but to be found out."