A mind grown quiet enough will hear the one Voice it has always drowned out with its own noise. The words spoken are the truth about every mind, not a favor granted to one alone, for the belovedness announced belongs to what love created and cannot be withdrawn. The instruction to listen is the whole of the way home, since the ego speaks first and loudest and the correction speaks only to those who pause.
What overshadows the mind here is not gloom but a nearness so bright it feels like being covered. In that stillness the true parentage of the self is remembered, and the fearful account of who one is falls silent for a moment. To hear is simply to choose the teacher who tells no lie.
Cloud: the brightness of a Presence so near it seems to cover the mind, the felt closeness of love that fear had hidden.
Voice: the one honest Teacher within, the correction the mind can hear once its own clamor stills.
Son: what love created, held blameless and cherished, the true identity the ego denies.