How does it feel through the vastness of omniscient experience (in our limited comprehension) to witness the gentle touch of a human hand stroking over a green leaf hanging on a tree in early autumn?
POV: From inside the leaf
POV: As the branch holding the leaf
POV: As the tree bearing the branch holding the leaf
POV: As the ground holding the tree bearing the branch holding the leaf with a human standing upon it and roots living beneath it
POV: The memory, the energetic residue on the leaf after the fingers stopped touching it
POV: Knowingly you will fall by October
How would it be to become the leaf — everything it stemmed from, and all it was to transcend into?
through the limits of my comprehension, I seek to expand