What distinguishes reality from dream, its way of hitting back, its unrecoverability of time, the brutal clean cut of events, all of this precisely addressed to what is real in you which cannot be projected as an object. The world stands against that in you which can be stood against. But in that you are at least its equal and more. That every object no matter how insignificant is being itself embodied in form is a peculiar pervasive grace. Wake up once and everything has been singing this very tune from the start.