"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
It is very Hieronymous Bosch to me. I do not say at this moment that I understand it.
Well, there's a man and a woman and a tree and a serpent and an orange fruit waiting to be picked which is her favourite colour but it's not an apple . . . I guess that's about it.
Umm, well I would go digging too deep for a meaning in case I don't like what I find.
Why are we showing as grey ghosts?
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