he felt the piney shelter the trees provided , and then for a spell , perhaps a minute , there were no other thoughts , nothing but himnot even sitting or trying to be stably relaxed , just himand with a shiver of recognition , it was almost as if , as if , yes , the shifting of bonds and notions that had to fall away to let the rising take place ; and it was the recognition that called him back , that lost him the focus , but thathe almost laughedthat was close , and definitely down the right path .