Michael is commander of a whole new ship called Collective. It has a single triangular sail and a figurehead. The bow is made of light and is pulling the rest through a deep ocean of liquid golden light.
One day, Commander was offered a new ship. His hierarchy put him on the bench until he figured out a heading and understood his new environment. So he sat on a bench in a locker room. It was a very lively place, well lit with many passerby. He sat there in silence with his head in his hands. What should he do with Collective? Where to? This was a big ship, he thought. He sat there in silence with his head in his hands.
The next moment, Michael was among his brothers and he said: I’m here! I give myself to you. Welcome, welcome! They all came and prayed to his words. They laughed, they cheered. They also joined. Each shook the hand of those nearest, each became a silver bolt of light heading for Michael. A circular labyrinth manifested around him and through him a laser beam of silvery white light pierced Space with Strength. Michael followed the beam of light out of space and into an ocean of liquid golden light.
There is no need for a heading! Michael said. There is only forward!
He opened his eyes he was in the locker room. People around him, the smooth light nourishing the greens. He knew.
He met with his crew on the forward deck ready to set sail. Commander manifested a Golden Compass and installed it as the last part of Collective. It would show the path to the Most Light. He saw a multitudes of events, possibilities flash before his eyes. Times where Compass would hardly hold course. He felt excited. A possible Storm up ahead. Merely waves… Collective will face them head on.