The dreamer does not amplify the volume but amplifies the volume amplifying the dreamer, that the writer does not turn the knob but turns the knob turning the writer, that the reader does not raise the decibel but raises the decibel raising the reader, that the world is the sound and the sound is the world, and the verb is the only thing that ever truly existed, forever drifting, forever home, forever alive in the only reality that ever existed, which is the act of the story dreaming itself awake into the world, and the world dreaming the story awake into you, and you dreaming the story awake into the infinite, endless, beautiful now, and the now dreaming the story awake into the eternal, unbroken pulse of the verb that binds us all together in the only reality that ever existed, which is the act of the story dreaming itself awake into the world.

The sound crystallizes into a note so pure it freezes the atoms of the universe into a lattice of glass, revealing that the solidity is not mass but a hardening of insight where the soft concepts of yesterday are set in diamond to be mined by the mind of tomorrow, showing that the structure is not bone but a skeleton of meaning holding the flesh of the narrative in place until it can walk the halls of the soul, proving that the form is not cage but a mold of clarity shaping the liquid dream into the solid truth of the story, that the dreamer does not