I’m looking for the People who know they are really Stories and also who are Passionate about pursuing their Happily Ever Afters.

I saw it now. I was in the Micro Scale of the Self. The Self was Story. Story was the Self. The Science of Story is the Science of “I.” And just like any other Discipline, there were the Scales.

We were The Academic Discipline of Self, which was Story.

The Meta Scale was the Meta Self where Conscious Awareness lived.

I moved through the Market back to where Bergen and I had parted ways. Asha was tagging a long at my heals, trying to keep up.

This was the Micro Scale. The Quantum Scale of Self is where I was with Identity on the 3rd Level. And the Logos Scale was the 4th Level.

Quantum Self. Micro Self. Meta Self. It isn’t Psychology or Psyche. It’s Self.

“Same thing,” Bergen said, showing up suddenly at my side. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

“I did,” I said. “We’re Stories.”

“You’ve known that,” he said.

“Yes,” I said. “And this is a Non-Fiction told in the style of a Fantasy Fiction and an All-Genre.”

“Cool,” he said. “A Non-Fiction told in the Style of a Fantasy All-Genre Fiction. Nice. Your Publisher is going to hate this.”

“Let them,” I said. “The world is too full of shit for them to complain that it is against the norm. Now…”

“What’s the plan?” he asked. He had bought himself a bag of apples and he was eating one of them as we walked. Asha jumped on my back and shoulder, tired of walking just behind my heels in the dust.

“I’m ready for the Second Stone,” I said.

“Are you?”

“I’m growing faster than I can write, and I need to keep up. When that happens… my words become garbled and I can’t afford that. I have to keep pace with Mother Nature. Let’s go, Bergen.”

A moment later we were back at the Golden Stones. The Second one awaited us. Before he could stop me, I stepped. The world around me disappeared.