"Everything within that refreshing vessel of dark green forest was immersed in that steady reverberation. Immersed in a divine roar whose endless layers echoed off transparent walls. It's not the sort of sound you hear solely with your ears. Even to bathe in it won't be enough because there will still be someone there to interfere, to interpret.

It has to be felt deeper, below the surface, at the very point where all the senses emerge like a fleck of foam falling into the stream. Just by listening with your eyes you can fold back on yourself and merge into that primal stream of awareness like a river is swallowed by the immensity of the ocean. Only then will you know what point to live from. Only then will you be sure.

--- Journeys on Mind Mountain, G. BlueStone