Xiulote stood straight-backed, his expression focused, sweeping over the faces of the crowd as if deep in thought. He pondered for a moment, then raised two examples.
"All things change under the influence of Divine Power, as if the Divine Particles are altered by Divine Power. The scorching Divine Power of sunlight grants energy to the waters of Patzcuaro, causing the water to rise, ascend to the sky, and transform into moist and warm clouds. And when moist, warm clouds encounter the cold northern wind, stripped of the sunlight's Divine Power, they coalesce into rain and fall back into the lake!"
