The Penguin Brief

What a wonderful peace came over him. He knew that he had come there to die and that it was his choice and his time. He felt a gentle breeze wash over his frail body as he gazed placidly at the sky. This earth that he loved and that he lived in was now inseparable from his own body… he felt no distinction. As he breathed his last what seemed to be his spirit arose with that final exhalation fully conscious and his consciousness spread out below him into earth, the valleys and rivers and mountains and trees and above him into the whole of the sky. It was not that he was ‘out of body’ so much as that his body had become the heavens and the earth…he was not observing them…he was them.