Shadows

What you think of as the world—the rabbits, the dragons, the clowns, the doves, the hawks, and the stories they play out—are shadows cast on a wall by hands held in the light of your own perception. If the light were snuffed out, if the shadows were to disappear, nothing real would be destroyed. The hands and their master, the source of all light, will remain intact and capable of infinite creativity, and of so much more than shadows cast on a wall.