Malleable.

I live in a land of mist and wonder.  There is life in all things. I am touching the All, the All is what we are, I can feel a sorrowful joy and these words are not what they should be. There are too many points, letters are too jagged for the quiet peace I describe. If only I could whisper it as we drowse on a riverbank. Watch the clouds float blissfully by. Then you will know what I mean.