I guess the deconstruction of this ideology will break your head to pieces. So I dare you, just for one minute, to stop contorting images in your mind and look outside your window. Gloomy, I know. I see the gaping black hole too. But it's more than we've ever owned before and I think we've finally found our universe. Sometimes the green and blue and red is too much anyway. Don't you miss the days when the unknown was exhilarating and comfort was weak against the consolation of the alien? You've held my hand through this discordance before so quit moving away from me. I want you to do me a favour and lift your head that has been hanging so low for years to a level where my eyes can meet yours.