" He’d practice with that lately, closing off his senses. Disassociating, disintegrating, twisting the dials that separated his body from the ceaseless nature of itself. It was a simple forfeiture this time, relinquishing his rights to observe anything at all. Falling to his proverbial knees and saying yes, all right then, I yield. "
― Olivie Blake , The Atlas Six (The Atlas, #1)