He dwells in the hidden corners of the steering column, waiting to bestow his blessings. In light and sound is his glory revealed, the steady pulse of the universe waiting to change.
He holds the sound as long as he can, until the wrenching twist rips it away again. He doesn't mind. He gives it freely.
You must be mindful, as you move forward, that you do not lose the wonder he embodies. Those who do are dangerous. You will know them by this sign: they never deviate, never turn aside, traveling straight along life's highway.
Deaf to his voice.
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