I'm A Very Ordinary Human Being; I

No Matter How Clear Things Might Become In The Forest Of Story, There Was Never A Clear-cut Solution, As There Was In Math. The Role Of A Story Was, In The Broadest Terms, To Transpose A Problem Into Another Form. Depending On The Nature And The Direction Of The Problem, A Solution Might Be Suggested In The Narrative. Tengo Would Return To The Real World With That Solution In Hand. It Was Like A Piece Of Paper Bearing The Indecipherable Text Of A Magic Spell. It Served No Immediate Practical Purpose, But It Contained A Possibility.

"i Believe You," She Whispers After A Moment. "please Find My Mind."

Anyone Who Falls In Love Is Searching For The Missing Pieces Of Themselves.

That's Evolution. Evolution's Always Hard. Hard And Bleak. No Such Thing As Happy Evolution

In Dreams Begins Responsiblities.