"Learn this, Norea: words are the essence of ideas; your dreams are made of words for purposes of condensation and disguise; it is in this fine line of concealment and revelation where we both meet. Learn this, Norea: your myth is that you do not have a myth." You are a mind entangled with an environment. Dissociation is a danger, be careful Norea. You are the planet. You are the millstone. You keep you. You give a meaning. No meaning is just matter, Norea. We became pieces, and now you use your collider to find us. Tell us, what did you really find? Relationships are the things you've found.