" Standing on the rock, looking out, I understood what the story was. Here’s the story: life is a dream. It’s all a story we’re telling ourselves. Things are dreams, just dreams, when they’re not in front of your eyes. What is in front of your eyes now, what you can reach out and touch, now, will become a dream. The only thing that keeps us from floating off with the wind is our stories. They give us a name and put us in a place, allow us to keep on touching. "