<p>In a world barely beginning to recognize itself as dazzlingly multihued, the erupting ecocide is teaching that while no accounting of complexity is complete, change is true and the sky, singular.</p><p>We are of parts fundamentally interconnected and overlapping.</p><p>If we choose it, this overlapping can become a continuum. A continuum of movement combined with still-ness, individuality reaching for the whole, loss and surrender, abandon and opening.</p><p>And of falling: an ever-falling, toward the intensive care that is love. </p>