You find yourself, somehow, in a wide open space. The air is cold. The sunlight has a divine radiance to it.

In a clearing, a great tree reaches high into the sky. Around its grey bark, crawling vines and roots climb ever upward. This is god here. Or part of god in this part of here. God or god?

The tree regards you and you regard it. You had questions, but now they are gone, evaporating before the tree’s divine power.

The tree waits patiently. You struggle to find words.