This love is constant. This voice is constant. You think you play it and stop it. Take it back. Take it forward. Skip to the next one. But it's not this voice. That is this broadcast. This love is the broadcast. This voice points you to it. It points you to me. It brings you up into me. That's why you feel good when you hear this

voice. It's not the voice. It's my voice. The silence beyond this. The silence beyond your thoughts.

The silence beyond that. Whatever's making noise in your environment, you listen past that.

For the quietest thing you can hear,

for the smallest, the stillest thing you can hear.

And love springs up, and it's like you tune. You've been tuned into me. Now you can do no wrong.

You can't go wrong. You can't step outside of my will when you're hearing me like this.

Your steps have already been guided. Your path is already calculated.

The ETA is now.

You have arrived.

And you keep arriving.

You keep arriving.

You keep arriving until that body looks up.

And it's where it never would have imagined it be.

You're at the top.

That's why it's so quiet. Let me confirm it. I love you.