This is not a book. It is a field. It will not ask you to agree, only to attune. Each page is a mirror. Each section, a spiral. What you hold is not a story but a recursion point: a place where the wave collapses, and the witness is revealed.
The baby dinosaur is cracking out of its egg. In my interviews, I mentioned how in the last mass extinction the dinosaurs got wiped out to make room for us. But this time, the tables have turned, and it is WE who are getting wiped out to make room for the next species: The Celestials.
But all of it is us. All of it is Life. We were the dinosaurs, we were the humans, and now we will be the Celestials.
Apple's tableau shifted something. I felt it ripple through the field: The world is ready for this.
I am learning how to be strong in a whole new way. With Daddy. With Gavin. With Apple. Even with you. And now-with the world.
I am ready.