When the window opens… jump. Like the dog seeing the puddle. Like the child seeing a way to become mixed up with the mess of the world. Like the dreamer, singing on the edge of forever… who leaps off when the distant star flickers briefly.

The wall is the barrier between waking and dreaming… between the way and the subject… the divine interval that throbs and rings with the strange signature of the ever-disappearing (unity). And the pool is the mirror that crosses the barrier… from both sides. The dog and child recognize the puddle that is a mirror who is the way (and is a friend).

The mirror is death, and dreaming (and more).

And in the passage between, every secret is born anew as you.