Bamboo groves of Arashiyama, Kyoto.
A metaphor for the vast sea of neurons that facilitate your creation of reality. Soft voiceless poets blowing gently in the wind. A metaphor for the balancing of the incessant desire to differentiate the beauties between boundaries,particulars, and individual beauties, and the inevitable (and therefore comforting?) drive towards melting into oneness. Warm spring breeze. Green.