"The sun penetrates through the leaves of a huge oak tree under which you sit and sparkles in the creek at your feet. The creek is very small, more like a brook. You wonder where it flows from and your consciousness rushes against the flow of water upwards, through the yellow flowery fields, over the large boulders of the foothills, through prickly bushes and mosses, finally freezing in the ice on the mountain peak. You sit motionless. You are calm and all your thoughts are shackled by this cold, which your consciousness found through this brook..."
