The pond stretches into the night dreaming it had been a glacier an ocean a river a cascading stream. What is set free when I Am realizes itself? On the walls of a Paleolithic cave, a horse with dots painted on its pelt, suddenly finds its footing, and gallops into the Light. No longer Art, it feasts on green living grass, and drinks of living waters, then under a Shiva-blue sky gallops into the uncertainty of what it has become.