The princess learned something very valuable by playing on land. Like Regina Spektor sang "and the sea is just a wetter version of the skies." The princess may not have her fins anymore, but she was still able to swim, and therefore able to fly. She could feel the ripples created by others because she swam through the skies with little effort. She didn't fight the ripples in the sky, instead she just got better at swimming within them. Swimming was dancing, and her song and the song of others helped everyone swim. Riding the ripples made by others was one of her favorite hobbies. She could never control anybody's ripples, but she sure could create big waves and laugh and be there when they learned how to swim. She was an advanced swimmer, and learned new things all the time.

Her story hadn't been predetermined or destined, she was the one writing it. Moment by moment, she was able to write more and more beauty more and more fun into her lived moments. She was strong, yet gentle. Love is strictly gentle. Her body was her sense, and her biological developments were becoming better known to her. The more she gave in and admired the beauty all around her, the more able she was at responding to the needs of others. The princess no longer needed words to communicate, her whole body was telling a story.

If we emit light, then it is entirely possible that we also emit neutral particles as well. Since they don't react readily with most matter, they go straight through to the other side of the world, the other side of the universe almost instantly. The princess wasn't sure how these particles worked exactly, but she thought about how as they pass through matter, they don't necessarily hold on to it, they simply help neutralize it so that all the craziness of electricity would calm down a bit as these particles passed through.

The sun helped guide her. Unlike direct light, these particles passed immediately through the sun upon creation. She knew that the sun was dying, and she thought that perhaps these last waves of particles were the sun's final breath, where the sun would burn up and gobble the earth in millions of years. Death was nothing to be afraid of. With the sun no longer governing, everyone was free to experience the rest of the universe and all the ancient new adventures coming their way. Love was coming back in full unstoppable force. It wasn't about trying to express what was happening in existence, it was about being existence. Everything started to speak less, do less, think less, and hurt less. Everything, including the princess, began to be, the silent world became more silent, and everything began to grow. Nothing is hidden, we just have to stop using only our eyes to see, we have to be our senses.