When everything is beautiful, when everything's illuminated, you're not fucking in trash, you're touching God. Except of the three people in this scene, there's only one person who is seeing that; he picks it up in his hands, moaning and laughing while he fucks Randi Sue. He rubs it across her back. Everything is beautiful and significant, even the trash in Randi Sue's hair, even the smell of it on his hands and their skin; even as she's screaming at him not to stop. Dead matter against living skin: the secret is that there's no division at all, only love. That is a beautiful thing. In the blood there is life force, and there is truth. All blood is True Blood. This is the Ferrari and it always has been; he's only now learning to drive it, and learning where it takes you. Living skin, dead matter, separated by bullshit you can only see in context; all this matter and the sparks inside it are the point: they matter. They are significant and alive, whole in themselves, full of life and beauty. It's just nature, and nature's all we have.

Finally and for the first time Jason Stackhouse understands what sex really is: the secret, the way they are getting inside you the same time you're inside them, the way the sparks fly up and meet and burn. Eden, the home we're all looking for: it's right here, all around you, in the bodies and the garbage, in the beauty of knowing that it's all love, and that you're an essential part of it. Finally and for the first time Jason Stackhouse feels loved, and less alone inside his skin. He is a child of God.

He is all fucked up on drugs.

Sookie pulls up to her house in a cab and goes inside, taking off her sandals on the porch before entering on bare feet. Her feet slip as she reaches for the light switch, and Tina gives a plaintive yowl as Sookie looks down, sees the puddle she's standing in, and follows the blood to its source: Adele Stackhouse's body.

The world gets bigger.