Sitting with eyes closed, hundreds and hundreds of shape fixed people deep in meditation, they emerge from their shape, emerge from their bodies, get freed of their vessel and they mingled. Oh! What delight and a colour so bright! Its heady freedom and its weightless wisdom. They revel. The shape shifters laughter float over the seas. They mingle, they meet. They make love and understand. A long long time goes by or just an instant? Who knows?.. For they are pure spirit and pure emotion. And so slowly (or was it in the blink of an eye?), the dance of the fireflies slows and halts and the shapeshifters shift back in to their shapes. But they are one!