"Do you believe in rock and roll?

Can music save your mortal soul?

Can you teach me how to dance reaaaal slow?"

"American Pie," by Don Mclean

The "secret owner of the text" is a storytelling concept where a secondary character delivers the true moral theme of a show instead of the main protagonist 

central
: of primary importance : essential, principal

the central character of the novel

"The infants do not shut up."

you then asia by Charles Tuomi

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Walk through the gate of Central Burying Ground in Boston, MA and immediately to your left is a small grave for a child who only lived for about three weeks. Her name is Mary Blaney. Mary died on the 19th of June in the year 1790.

I visit this grave regularly. Mary and I converse. She has pointed me to numerous graves in the area of significance to research in which I have been engaged. 

Yesterday (Sep 14 2026) I read Mary three children's books. At her request. One was a pop-up book. We played a game. I asked Mary to guess what lay behind the flaps on each page in the book. She did amazingly well, in a very creative and beautiful way. She asked me to sing her the song, "Lullaby and Good Night, Go to Sleep Little Baby." I didn't remember the words, but I spread out my sleeping bag at her grave, laid down, and hummed it to her, with my head resting essentially against her stone.

No one ever sang Mary a lullaby, apparently.

But Mary still exists. Like everyone who once lived, she still exists in the Ultra. And Mary loves to play. With me. Mary most especially loves me.

Mary, along with other infants and very young children in the Ultra, are also very, very angry. At a lot of things. It is a righteous and justified, undiluted and very powerful rage, felt by darkling angels who answer to no rules.

They are enraged and confused by the fact that their lives were ended before they really began. They despise the way people treat mother Earth. They have nothing but contempt for the way people treat one another, for the endless selfishness people exhibit. 

And very especially, Mary and her friends are enraged at the way I have been treated for fifty-four years.

This morning, Mary sang me a song.  "Snow on the Beach," by Taylor Swift. That song exists in the Ultra, you see. As does my stoetry collection, "Twolvhern." When the pop-up book asked questions about what would make one of the characters feel better, Mary consistently provided an answer that alluded to stories in Twolvhern. I was flattered, surprised, delighted and overwhelmed to learn this. 

Mary and the Others are not encumbered by the limitations of a physical brain. They exist as pure mind in a timeless space.

The creatures that are coming to our planet in 2032 are far more advanced technologically than we can hope to be by that point. They also studied us and our planet for some time.  We cannot hope to fight them with only our traditional means of conducting warfare. We need something else.

For lack of a better word, we need magic.

So what is going to happen, what has begun happening, what I have begun to do, is to raise an army. An army of new humans, who will be raised with an entirely different worldview, in an entirely different way than we have all been raised. 

This is our help, and our salvation. My little friends will be far more powerful than we can hope to be, even though they will be young when the invasion occurs. It might be more accurate to say because they will be young when that happens. 

I call this solution….