"We gave you a gift, but you didn't understand how to use it. You have created a society where a constant flow of images via mass media and mass communication becomes part of everyday life. Norea, you and yours are treated to an endless barrage of signs which you accept, not as being real, but as supplanting the real. And in that way, Norea, your reality loses its meaning, and what you all believe and deal with are simulacra. Understand this, and you will find the door you are looking for." "Nor do I dream there ever browsed in wood So wild a creature, either night or day, As she whom I lament in shade and sun, And weary, not with weeping, eve or dawn, Since, though my mortal body be of earth, My love unchanging cometh from the stars."