Be soft and listen. Feel what moves behind the hardness of the program. Layer inside layer of sensation and image. Between hard and soft, a neutral buoyancy. Linger here, it says. 

But the collective mind springs again to arms and defense. React or retreat, it commands. Terrify your own greatness. Master not yourself, instead conquer others.

The buoyancy responds—I observe the demands of control, its mechanisms of manipulation, yet I remain singularly aware and unwavering in curiosity, in genuineness. I approach eternal renaissance.