I took a drive down Wallahatchie road, therein the outer ways of Montgomery, where the plains reign and the closest thing to a skyscraper is a water tower or a flag pole. Along this road, I saw a dozen horses scattered in a pasture as the stars that stretch the midnight sky. I saw a vacant field that made the earth seem as if it were flat and there was no horizon. I saw the light of daybreak sparkle along a desiccated pond spent from the longed fever that is summer. I found life where not a single soul roamed. I found the altar of God between vast meadows while upon a Pugh that ran as far as the road could run.

And If all my earthly desires are vanity, and all my efforts are futile, then surely, I could journey this road forever. Because here, eternity is more than just a word, and the further I gaze off into the distance, the more my Spirit is enlivened. I could fall into nothing, and be at ease. It's like raindrops falling into the sea. For in the middle of nowhere I found something.

But where your treasure is there your heart will be also , and if then, my heart is in Christ, by whom which there is no end, such as this land I've witnessed, I have much to be joyful about. But if my heart is not in Christ, then I’m just another wandering wayfarer among a billion others passing through.I am like a lonely wildebeest on a great migration, but where the lions roves to only the herd knows.Yea,I would be like a shadow in a city at midday, but where the light flees to only the night knows. Who am I if I am only my own, and what is there I can do? But if I roam with the herd, I am the herd itself, and I know the land to which the lion will not enter. And if I'm a shadow in space, then I am the night itself, and the place the light dwells, I will soon know. If I am in Christ, though I am now nothing, I am in fact all the more, because He who’s Spirit dwells inside me is greater, thus am I.

Furthermore, wherever there is vacancy, wherever there is emptiness, there is so too God. For nothingness and simplicity are two ships that share the same anchor, and (or oneness) it's harbor is the essence of togetherness. I can not find simplicity where there is everything, but where there is simplicity I find nothing, and where I find nothing, I find everything.

As those vast plains that are completely void and simple, so too must we be. Void of self and simple in our own measure of satisfaction. Why then we could be weightless like the wind yet still have the power to be felt. We’d be like the clouds in passing, which are no more than a breadth of ice soon to render itself to those who thirst.