I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything 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, this is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.(Willa Cather, My Antonia)
2 comments:
Good.
when I first read My Antonia I teared up at this section because of how truly it expressed my exact thoughts/feelings on the subject. Just being still yet being a part of something so huge.
Morgan
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