This morning I spoke to my Lord of my most recent dream. And I said to him, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I showed to you the cracks in the paint upon the walls. And in this dream I showed to you the blemishes upon the stone, unseen beneath the paint, around which the cracks did form. And in this dream I showed to you the causes of these blemishes upon the stones, caused by unnoticed imperfections in the rocks from which they were carved. And down and down I went, showing you the knowledge of the depths that could be discerned from the observation of the surface, the materials laid beneath the paint, the tools with which the materials were made, the people who wielded the tools, the whole history of the world and how all its disparate pieces came to be, mistakes built upon mistakes built upon mistakes. But throughout all this, you simply slept.”