And so when the sky darkens and you're standing alone..

You've jumped into that box you keep the world in. And more than anything, you like it there. You fit in with the world. Because the world is you. But do you know yourself? Who are you? Are you really alone? Is the darkness just an absence of light, or is it the light, where light is dark? What hue are you in the world? Where's your place in the painting? Why are you asking these questions? You thought you fit in, you thought you liked it there, you thought the world was you.

LIFE: Answer or Question?