the miracle happened; one of those quiet moments that clutch the heart, and take more courage than the noisy, excited passages in life. - Willa Cather

At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.

Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge.

Father Latour judged that, just as it was the white man's way to assert himself in any landscape, to change it, make it over a little (at least to leave some mark of memorial of his sojourn), it was the Indian's way to pass through a country without disturbing anything; to pass and leave no trace, like fish through the water, or birds through the air. It was the Indian manner to vanish into the landscape, not to stand out against it. The Hopi villages that were set upon rock mesas were made to look like the rock on which they sat, were imperceptible at a distance.