I can remember the exact day I woke up to the world. It was as if I had been living my life through foggy glass having with out a real sense of awareness. It was a collective flicker of grass. The beach pasture was in all directions of my perspective, and as I watched it as a whole I could see each highlight, each blade caught in the sunlight, and suddenly the glass was cleared of its fog, now vivid, fear no longer lingered in me. A simple patch of grass had taught me something beautiful and sparked my thirst for enlightenment. The blades of grass, all individuals, made up the pasture. The grass is one being living through the individual stalks. This, I thought, was what existence must be. The universe is one being, and we are the many doors of its consciousness.