To be honest.... I'm not entirely sure I understood what I just read. However, besides the illustrations being lovely, Bach writes some lovely philosophical and sentimental prose. I cannot take that away from him. The perspective however is lost on me, I will re-read it when I'm more awake with strong coffee. But I kept trying to see who he was supposed to be, the narrator, is it something unseen, is it Bach, is it the sun or the moon, something simply we carry within? I'm not exactly sure. It is still very lovely but after Jonathan Livingston Seagull I think you expect something a bit more.