What if all the homeless you see around are heroes of the struggle between a primordial good and evil you are unaware of? What if they're angels in disguise that lost memories of their prior lives?
What if all the shapes and colours you see are nothing more than a tiny illusory part of reality?
And the gargoyles over churches and buildings, what are they looking over?
Don't statues seem to be alive and incarnate?
What book makes you travel to a whole different place, that other books can't?
And children, how are they both cruel and innocent?
There is a desire that keeps you alive... do you know what it is?
How come dreams are so vivid you wake up and only then, relieved, see that you are safe in this unsafe world?
What's keeping you from learning a new language?
Of shaking your destiny?
Of daring any and all limitation that approaches..
