Casting Lots - Saving Sozo

It is like the trees, the wind blowing through the trees, the rustling of the leaves, a breath, the moonlight shining over the ocean, the waves pulsing against the seashore, a softly babbling brook, the song of the night bird and singing crickets as they lay still in the overgrowth under the trees lighted softly by the moonbeams as they gently cast shadows dancing throughout the landscape.

All these things.