The reality of humans is relational. We only understand what and who we are by understanding what we are not. I am because you are. We understand the world around us in the same way - darkness playing with light, movement rushing between stillness. The energy that flows into and through all things must find containers to take form. The fluidity of water is held by the shape of rock, even as it curls around to embrace the magnetic core of the earth. That which is rigid can be worn down by what is soft. The transparent and the opaque layer upon each other. All that is alive will at some point be found by death. We usually approach these relations from opposing ends, but when we slow down time far enough, we can reach our fingers towards that moment when one becomes the other. It is so real, so visceral, we can almost taste it upon our tongues and feel it racing up our spines. The space created therein offers an out-of-body experience, or maybe it is the experience of spirit and body merging. Water flows into stone and stone surrenders its hardness as the separating lines between two things dissolve into oneness.