"Sight opens on a field of stars when the eyes at last close: the lights of night and sleep. A phosphene firmament springs into being, sparkling with chaos. Further in, though, deep imaginings are waking, and now they hurl themselves forth, informing and conforming that effervescent chaos into their own images. Creation begins.

I had been in this state before. Until now, however, my images had always been flat, two-dimensional - snapshots, postcards in the mind. Tonight an image steps out of the postcard - moves from image to being - to act in some play that was till now asleep in the soul."