I don´t remember exactly since when, but a vision emerges in me
repeatedly: walking through a field of grasses about my knee-high.
I find on the ground a round iron object like a cover of manhole.
I open up the cover, and underneath it I discover a world of eternity
filled with swirling lights.

If ever all the things and incidents have their reason to exist and happen,
there should be nothing we cannot understand. We, too, have natural reasons
to be here and now. Imagine we are at the end of one thread that has been
woven for many centuries through the histories of our families and the land
we live on. Listen to the voices from a distant time and place but from inside
yourself, the deepest bottom of your body.