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conduit, almost literally.
    The entire concept of “you make your own reality” was something John had never believed, but it turned out to be true...just not for this realm. In the realm the Key was tapped into, however, not only was it reality, it was something possible for the bearer to tap into.
    On top of all of this, John had some of the Key’s power. Because Pan had been a bearer, his offspring would have inherited his power. Or so he had guessed. Pan reasoned that the Key had changed his DNA, and since John was part of that DNA it had also changed him.
    Again he had to correct himself silently; no, he didn’t have the Key’s power. He had power. Period. The Key was just an amplifier. He almost laughed at the analogy in his mind: Try taking a flashlight running on two AA batteries, then plug it into the 30 amp plug behind the stove. Amplifier indeed. He hoped the job wouldn’t burn out the receiver, as surely as plugging a flashlight into a stove circuit would do.
    He felt like there were connections being made in his mind. Everything from the origin of the universe, all the way down to the makeup of atoms, electrons, protons, neutrons. Time was a tough one, though.
    “Time is an illusion, but it’s a damned good one,” Pan had said. How the hell do you wrap your mind around that? Wouldn’t the universe unravel were it not for time? Apparently not, but he couldn’t get it.
    Everything was energy. Well, that he could have gotten from traditional physics, but the way Pan described it to him made it much less complex than the exotic mathematics that science insisted was necessary. Matter was literally being created every single second, and not the way that had been taught.
    The surface of the sun was 5000 degrees, but the corona leapt up to millions of degrees. So? Science could not understand why there weren’t more neutrinos coming from the Sun, since fusion must be happening at the core. Well, it wasn’t. Fusion was happening in the corona, in that incredible furnace that produced unimaginable amounts of energy.
    And all of that energy was being transmitted to the planets, and the planets were absorbing the energy directly and converting it to matter at their cores.
    Then it got really strange. Since all energy was electromagnetic in one fashion or another, the electromagnetic pathways of the brain were capable of controlling it. Focusing it. Since matter and energy were so closely linked, as Pan had explained it, controlling matter from the energy of one’s thoughts was literally trivial. You just had to figure that out.
    Even gravity and light were related; gravity was the extremely rapid compression wave that rode streams of neutrinos, light was the much slower, relatively speaking, transverse wave through the same medium. It explained what science had not, why light behaved like a particle and a wave at the same time. Because it was.
    Simple. It seemed too simple, John figured there must be a problem with it if his little mind was able to grasp it. He was no learned scholar, and was certainly never one for physics. Yet here it was, all connected, all making perfect sense. Now he just had to use that knowledge.
    Easier said than done.
    John took the MRE meal pack and set it down, focusing on it. “I’m guessing I just focus on the molecules, give them more energy?”
    “You guess correctly.”
    He looked at the MRE. Focus. You can’t create energy, you can only focus it. The very ground beneath him contained more energy than he could ever use, so use it.
    As he focused, the world began to fade around him.
    No trees, no ground, no cold, no Pan, nothing. Only the MRE existed. He could almost see currents of energy everywhere around him. After a few moments he hardly noticed he was breathing hard, sweating, and probably seconds from passing out from the elevated blood pressure.
    But he could see filaments of energy, faint, everywhere, twisted pairs of energetic strands, and suddenly they started