Cloud Dancer. Pantone colour of the year is Cloud Dancer. I go into the cloud of unknowing. I will try to remember who you are; what are you like?

The fruit of the Spirit is joy and peace, but I don't seem very joyful or peaceful when I am recognising evil. You don't seem very joyful or peaceful when you are doing that either.

White on white. We are going to see the difference in white on white. Our aesthetics are going to become more attuned to the field of reality in doing so. We are going to see things that other people cannot see.

The sweeping of a grass broom. Panic. I think I felt something like panic there. I felt the presence of something divine. It's quite terrible—terrifying, terror. Like slipping off a cliff into a vast abyss, a nothingness. A moment where all grounding is lost, it seems. A traumatic moment.

I am all colour-coded today. The ground shakes beneath me. It's difficult to hit the right buttons when that is happening.

'A writer, you say? Well, in that case, I shall defer to you; you who make things right.'

Little sperm-like tadpoles swimming through this one. It is another nakedness.