We

“We” cannot be pinned down in a single concept. We, my dear, are a myriad of light particles, and these particles are swallowed almost immediately by the vast, seemingly impermeable emptiness of the cave, but the fact is that the illumination is relentless and perpetual, which suggests the never ending quest of understanding. Even against all odds! Even if they don’t want it, even if no one wants it, we can have it all—the palace, the junkyard, the pool house! WE, my dear, can be the heroes and the damsels in nights of white satin where ecstasy still drops.