This morning I spoke to my Lord my most recent dream. And I said to him, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I watched the saplings flower in the soil. And in this dream I watched the painters paint their colours across the walls. And in this dream I watched the dancers moving beneath the light of the sun. And in this dream I watched the dressmakers wrap their robes around the shoulders of the revellers. And in this dream I watched the fireworks illuminate the sky. And in this dream I simply sat and watched the spectacle before me, let it breathe and be free, without caging the event in the judgement of my words, without trapping what I saw in ink upon the page, an echo of an echo persisting for untold eternities to come.”