I noticed how the leaves almost looked human the way they bowed and then leaped up and then swayed lyrically side to side.My other great friends were the ants, a colony of them that wanted to come in the shack and find the honey (34;Calling all ants, calling all ants, come and get your ho-ney!34; sang a little boy one day in the shack), so I went out to their anthill and made a trail of honey leading them into the back garden, and they were at that new vein of joy for a week.this world is the movie of what everything is, it is one movie, made of the same stuff throughout, belonging to nobody, which is what everything is.One afternoon I was sitting with some children in the grass and they asked me 34;Why is the sky blue?34; 34;Because the sky is blue.34; 34;I wanta know why the sky is blue.34; 34;Th...