When I enter the forest, I initially feel a sense of peace. My heart rate slows, my lungs fill, and my eyes rest. To me, though, this is the shallow experience of the forest, an experience of comparison. This is the noticing of the contrast beyond the boundaries of civilization. The longer I stay, the more irrelevant the sense of boundaries, of time, of self become. As I breathe this thick air, with its layers of moisture, of life, of death, I move more deeply into a another timescale, or a lack of timescale, and I recognize life as life. I remember that once the forest was a source of the unknown, of darkness, of terror. My ancestral ties vibrate with those sensations, and I remember I am ephemeral. I begin to feel the weight of the uncountable life surrounding me, so many presences aware of my presence. I breathe, and the forest spreads through me, reclaiming my cells as a part of itself. We remember we are eternal.