![Then suddenly Ann would snap alert and feel intensely alive, or rather that everything was alive and that she was part of it. The rocks, the rowboat on the shore, the water itself - everything seemed pulsating with a kind of energy. She found she could put questions to the experience. “What is my role in all this?” she asked. “I want to know,” she whispered. “Show me.” The rocks, the trees, the water - all in silent chorus “answered” - not in words, of course - that her wanting to know, just that, was her part of the pulsating landscape. “Creation delights in the recognition of itself” is how she would later put it.
- Huston Smith “Tales of Wonder”
[Photo: Rick Geerling]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9tsxyqiY41qzzio5o1_500.jpg)
Then suddenly Ann would snap alert and feel intensely alive, or rather that everything was alive and that she was part of it. The rocks, the rowboat on the shore, the water itself - everything seemed pulsating with a kind of energy. She found she could put questions to the experience. “What is my role in all this?” she asked. “I want to know,” she whispered. “Show me.” The rocks, the trees, the water - all in silent chorus “answered” - not in words, of course - that her wanting to know, just that, was her part of the pulsating landscape. “Creation delights in the recognition of itself” is how she would later put it.
- Huston Smith “Tales of Wonder” [Photo: Rick Geerling]
