It took months before any fragment of sense passed through my skull, and by this time I had finally gone through something insincere and trivial but necessary. It was something I had succeeded in avoiding for years but the failure was in avoiding it successfully. And since I had lost my appetite and my sleep I could then proceed to nourish myself more fully and sleep sounder and be completely aware of it. And this, I think, is a beautiful thing. A most beautiful thing, in fact, for what is taste if you do not savor, what is life if you do not live? I refuse to see without color.

And so, in these months in between, what conspired in your mind? From your words I can conclude you remained stationary, maintaining only the appearance of movement. But one can pretend for only so long and such was the case for us both. I on the other hand threw pieces of myself in all directions, some of which began to grow but refused to take root perhaps being because one cannot have two places of root unless it is an ivy or a moss but even then an ivy or a moss has only one true root. I however am neither an ivy nor a moss, I am a tree (what kind of tree I do not know but that is of no importance, really). I am a tree and you are a tree. We are a tree and our roots are deep and this is why I could not take root anywhere else.