Sinews tightened. My fists clenched so hard they hurt, but it was an effortless clenching and the pain in them increased as I looked down dispassionately at their white knuckled rigidity.
Power surged into my arms, from where I didn't know - but yes... I knew, because I knew all. It surged from below, from the roots of everything, the roots of grasses, the roots of trees, the roots of mountains, it came from the roots of existence and it fed my being because I had become existence: the vast and teeming Whole,
Me: the Everything and the All.