There were a thousand moments happening at the edge, where the water broke away from the dream and leapt, shining, into space itself, into memory, into the eyes of the unborn dreaming ones. There were a thousand birds like living fire rising into forever from a planet too beautiful to name. There were a thousand silences, each more profound and redolent of divinity than the last, turning in the mouths of the babes and the ancients alike. There were the thousand we are and now shall learn to be and become the beyond of.