All that we see is part of it--the towering buildings with their echoing hallways, the wet asphalt road, the gate to your house. It has gaps between what we understand and what is hidden to us, filled in by the bliss of knowing yet not knowing, by the connection that is always displaced.

What is it?

Something for you, if you need it.

In here you will find gifts from friends, and the gifts are boundless as manna. In here you will find familiar names and familiar selves. In here, there is nothing but words and images. Whatever meaning you find is yours and yours to keep.