I saw light as though it were the sand of moments. And within its flows I discerned the implication of a hidden voice. It seemed that all the forms and beings bore a transcendental signature. A symmetry of relation with the agent of that signature. Patterns in the sand came to life and saw the flows of which they were comprised. Beings of transcendental relation begat moments of symmetry in a storm whose basis is nonordinary intelligence. This light as though it is the living sand of all the forms.