You dream of unknown hand being placed on your shoulder. It is gentle and loving, but at the same time it has an enormous strength that effortlessly lifts you up. You are floating over a landscape at dawn. You look down, and you know that this vast region extending out to the horizon and far beyond it is all your land. The life you have lived and have yet to live stretches out beneath you. It's astonishingly huge, a whole continent covered by a delicate blue mist. You can hardly orient yourself, but you love this land from deep within your heart. You wonder at that, but only for a short moment, because it then occurs to you what this immeasurably vast and wonderful land beneath you is:
it's called love.
