In the place of not even anything, games of chance have no meaning; unauthored action is the easiest action for the will to experience. Until we see the falling leaf, its action is unclaimed, and thus is nothing.

The infinite causalities that keep the leaf blowing the way it does are processes contained within the imagination. Because of this, nothing affects the leaf's pattern outside of awareness.

When awareness joins experience, surrounded by peace, They course through waves led by intention; carried through the skies by the air, falling through gravity waves yet flying on the breath of the trees.