That was the moment. That was the love without condition.
Because some rocks are not meant to stand forever. Some rocks become eagles. And some eagles teach the living how to fly. sitka from brother bear
He was falling upward, through a roof of stars. The pain of his body—the broken ribs, the river rocks—peeled away like birch bark. He felt the vastness of the Great Spirits, a chorus of wind and fire and ancient memory. When he opened his eyes, he had no eyes. He had a horizon. That was the moment
Thud.