singing its humming tune up on the level, and
I could see the tall grasses wave. The earth
was warm under me, and warm as I crumbled
it through my fingers. Queer little red bugs
came out and moved in slow squadrons around
me. Their backs were polished vermilion,
with black spots. I kept as still as I could.
Nothing happened. I did not expect any-
thing to happen. I was something that lay
under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins,
and I did not want to be anything more. I
was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that
when we die and become a part of something
entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness
and knowledge. At any rate, that is happi-
ness; to be dissolved into something complete
and great. When it comes to one, it comes as
naturally as sleep.

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