The same particles that make up the river, the fire, the stars, the rose, the moth, and the mirrors make me. How enormous is the realization that I am nature. Nature is God. Self aware, self directed, and self driven. Each particle of me conscious of the course it must take. How different is that consciousness from mine? At what level of consciousness does confusion take birth? How sure are these particles of their purpose? What is the tangible form of thoughts? What determin