"A dream, possibly a premonition, amplified during that hot and humid night so inconveniently combined, that silent voice both present and moving. I was in a deserted place, I believe it was somewhere in Central Asia. It was night, without any visible stars in the concavity of the sky. In front of me was a Gong that I had never seen before, of an enormous dimension, around seventy metres in diameter, apparently composed of bright golden metals fused into unknown proportions. Its form resembled that type of metallophone used in the orchestra of the Javanese Gamelan, although it did not rely on any support. It was suspended in space, at a height that made it impossible to touch. The centre seemed to be constituted, according to my perception, of another metal, perfectly melted, although it stood out from the bulk of the disk like a nipple on a chest. Two currents of the same wind blew in opposed directions. One behind the Gong, the other in front - both very powerful. This extremely rare phenomenon created a limit between the gusts of wind, in the exact area of the Gong.

The predominance or coexistence of the opposing directions caused the emission of an aeolian sound from the instrument, a combination of wind and vibrant metal. There was no doubt that the sound stemmed from the Gong and that I was also hearing the thunder of other sounds beating (if I am allowed to use such an inadequate term) within it.

Impulsively, I was catapulted into a Sonorous Wind that filled and covered everything; perfect, plenteous, made of diamond. Nourished by interstellar space, the night was illuminated by magnificent bright stars. A plenitude of stars shone because of the Sound. With the prolongation of the constant vibration, soft lines united the bright stars, and a sky-blue filigree flooded the space, both geometrically and asymmetrically. The web, superior to any idea of a network, created a pure exaltation.

Once I had returned to the desert, when the sonorous clamour had ceased, I saw written in the sand or whitish dust of that ground, three separate syllables of a single word:

CON
COR
DIA

Waking up the heat and the humidity persisted undaunted. My sleep would not be the same after the dream of the Gong"