You clear off the thorns and stickers out of a mangy dog's hairs with a wave of your hand as you walk. The dog points its tongue at you like a flag of joy. Behind you the road seals with trees and plants. You are becoming one with the universe, all the power all the knowledge. But this is too much for a mortal vessel and brain and heart give out and you fall into the ditch with Buddha like grin on your face.
The End