Visible in the Canyons

"What has occured to your hands?" he queried, watching a dark blood slowly drip from
them. "I dreamt that I was cut by knife," the response. It was at that point that he
realised--his existence remained in a dream. And with that thought lay a deep comfort;
for if blood was drawn from him in one vision of the mind, and he continued to bleed in
what appeared to be a further vision, then soon, all was to be peaceful. "The remedy we
seek is consciousness finding me."