We can habitually and instinctively feel like our self, and apparent things of the world have the nature of fixity and stability. Yet, when we look deeper, what appeared independent and inherently there, seems to melt into a kind of fluidity. From this more sensitive meeting, can we find an appropriate response to how we actually feel in the current moment? As if we can go beneath the frozen surface of the idea of who and what is into the dependently originating and fading fluidity.