"No, I don’t think so," Charles said patiently. "Once you learn to live the life outside, you learn to see matters differently. To read the patterns of immanence, to smell it almost ... the very way you might read your own dreams, or understand the clouds. Storm fronts of meshed intelligence ripple through the living fabric of the Earth. Perceptions become data, data becomes thought, thought becomes ... I think you might say ‘spirit’ though that term doesn’t really—"