Each Character Is An Allegory For Every

Patience Is Being Friends With Time.

The Body Knows No Pain, Not Like The Soul. At Least A Nerve Has Limits, A Body Part A Name. But The Soul... The Soul... There Is No Bandage - Even Crying Is In Vain.

Greed Is The Lack Of Confidence Of One's Own Ability To Create.

Ideals Do Exist, The Rest Is Just Temporary Interruption.

Pure At Heart: To Be Like A Flower That Blooms As Gloriously, Brilliantly In A Secluded Wild Wood, Not Seen And Praised.