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Hunger drove the bear across his white world with every bit of his dwindling strength. The seals had migrated and spring had not yet arrived. He surveyed the horizon. All was evident from his briskness in his walk and the purposefulness from which he moved his head side to side. No tiny dots of any sort broke up the monochrome world. Soon he would have no reserves to move on, then his long time companions, the wolves, would visit him face to face. Synchronized in tandem his strength and the sunlight faded away together and instinct had him curling into a ball of white stillness. He contented himself with the thought that perhaps the wolves would not see him during the long winter night and slept.

The sleep was full of light, brighter than the brightest glare of summer off an icy crust atop the snow. Soon bears appeared, bears he knew. Or did he know them? He had never seen them move so gracefully nor slowly as he now witnessed. It was as if their very bodies seem to say "let go, let go." Yet, how does one do that. The only reply was silent graceful movement; they move on in perfect unison. Surrounding them and in them seemed to be bliss and wisdom. He followed. Soon there was a huge congregation of bears bathed in even more light. Among the herd were his mother and father. They only looked on with a dispassionate acknowledgment, their eyes filled with love. All the eyes radiated love. The seals were now everywhere, yet evidently there was no hunger. An Eskimo soul had helped them all. They did not utter a sound yet their was communication, or was it communion? Stay or go- stay or go- stay or go. There was no choice. He had no training in letting go of life.

He slowly left the vision and came towards a world of cold, back up step by step to consciousness. Again he regained the awareness of his cold and weak condition. The wolves darted in and out to test his condition. Instinct overwhelmed him. Where is safety? Safety. Must run to safety. The feeling permeated him each time the body lifted off the ground. Instinctively he ran towards where he was raised as a cub. He felt so secure there once and embraced and blissful. He lay down and slept peacefully as he once did as a cub. The major events of his life were experienced, then he found his parents again bathed in light. The parents faded as the wolves devoured his flesh. He could feel his essence become a help for them. He longed for a different fate. He was now one with the pack. He prayed for his offspring to be led to the bliss he saw for his parents.