Everywhere we look, the world is pointing us beyond the sphere of our dilemma. We are caught in the ritual round of our own mind, our problem, our contrivance, our contraction from What Is. We would do well to forget the dark form of our experience, the shadow, our reflection in the pond, and notice the Water itself, the Light Above, the Source. Every tree, bush, and flower demonstrates this fact every day, petaled open, reaching, dancing in the Light. Even while forests burn, and the earth falls into the sea, as it has been doing for countless time, and will continue to do for countless time to come (if we will only allow it). Our human world is not without responsibliity. Our function is not merely to consume. It is to give back, to sustain, to enable What Is to be clearly felt. And also, it is to participate in the sacrifice that is the cyclic rhythm of the world, with open arms, outstretched and alive in the face of death, of endings, of the setting sun. Trees build no armor around their dancing limbs, no artificial securities to shield them from the Sun. We would do well to take their cue and get on with it.