The Childlike Empress read what was being written, and it was exactly what was happening at that same moment: “The Childlike Empress read what was being written…”
“You write down everything that happens,” she said.
“Everything that I write down happens,” was the answer, spoken in the deep, dark voice that had come to her like an echo of her own voice.
“Are you and I and all Fantastica,” she asked, “are we all recorded in this book?”
He wrote, and at the same time she heard his answer: “No, you’ve got it wrong. This book is all Fantastica- and you and I.”
“But where is this book?”
And he wrote the answer: “In the book”
“Then it’s all a reflection of a reflection?” she asked.
He wrote, and she heard him say: “What does one see in a mirror reflected in a mirror? Do you know that?”