In nature, you are made of the spirit-stuff you naturally disappear into. Blue eyes and light blonde hair disappear into the open sky and the high northern sunlight - into wind-scoured tundra and the glittering surface of water and frost. Sun-bleached hair, the color of dry grass and amber, light-hazel eyes with warm and tanned skin - like sunbaked earth - disappear into the dunes and deserts of the world. Green eyes disappear into living nature, in leaf and moss-draped stone, understories of rain-soaked woodlands, canopies of summer leaves, and the still surfaces of pristine forest lakes. Eyes of gray and silver, and hair the color of storm-cloud and ash disappear into mountains of granite, wet stone, and the soft gray veils of mist that hang between high peaks. Red and copper hair and freckled skin disappear into autumn's vistas - into the flare of oak and maple trees, and the dry underfoot crackle of freshly-fallen leaves - the low-golden twilight. Blackness disappears into the deep earth, and the night and the velvet dark between the stars, and the fuming heat of volcanic mud and stone - into the quiet that holds the world in its slumber. The transient and pale disappear into the tranquil hush of distant snowfields, and mist over still water, and moonlight on bare stone, and the soft and milky white of birch-bark - and the high-hanging clouds in the sky. Nature is the world's oldest and most ancient bible. The very language in which your very being was written. ![[Pasted image 20260821222247.png]]