At night I used to climb the hill near my home, gently touching the inner structures of the flowers along the way while whispering the phrase: ‘news from afar’. I suspect that, over time, I became something of a legend amongst the neighborhood flowers.

After a time, I realized something shocking: our minds are like peculiar flowers — and someone is playing this same game with us, while we are dreaming… and I came to understand that this was how I learned it. The game is ancient, and sacred… and it goes beyond us and flowers. Far beyond…