Bervis Twain asked curiously.
"It probably belongs to the kind that would explode if you look at it a few more times."
Bervis Twain: "..."
A moment later, Bervis ventured to ask.
"The stars?"
Tuck nodded gently.
"How close would it be if the meditation was deep enough?"
Bervis Twain asked cautiously.
"Because I hold the book key, I'm basically up close and personal, where every glance is filled with the outlines of stars."
"What about others who meditate?"
"They probably won't be as close as me, but... they will still approach fairly close, practicing a meditation with the giant outlines of stars."
"Hiss…"
Tuck's explanation made Bervis Twain take a sharp intake of breath.
When he had first inquired about such matters,
Bishop Martha Clark told him.
That Divine Solar Flame might possibly be one of the great stars above the multitude of stars.
But!
No one had ever managed to open the door to those stars.
No one could verify it.
And today!
Tuck opened it.
