The Creator, in passing his work to the Preserver, said,
“I shall take our family’s net
And fashion for you a crown, a cape, a drape
From every atom and shard and mote and shape,
We’ll take
Gems and jewels and form consciousness’s bones
Out of opals and cleaved moonstones
And every aurora contained,
Every star’s cutface and nebulous lace.
And with this you’ll sustain
Each eye and cell and brain,
Everything that responds and longs and feels pain.”
And he draped this vestment gently about his brother’s head and shoulders.
The Preserver, in turn, took the capstone and placed it where his own head should be and replied,
“My sweet lapidary,
With this crown jewel I decree
That the light that comes from we
Shall be refracted and reflected
Through every shard connected,
And by every I collected”
And with a single beam of light, each jewel in his net shone at once- a variegated scintillation without measure or end. All contained the image; all came on together; all was Mind.
He now, Preserver as Dreamer, proclaimed,
“I don’t sleep, I dream.
You all don’t wake, you dream.
I dream you dream me dreaming us all
And by this dream you are sustained.”
And the net hummed with a pitch so high and fast you could almost hear it over your dreams.