long... we have already waltzed a couple of times, or maybe three, if childhood is in account. And once too deeply even, to return. But in some strange way everything revived in where it exit from, and live, as if nothing had happened.. Therefore, we are passing by all those strange dances and looking forward to what happens next. Apparently, my silly and unwearying "self" had "preferred the madness of a sleep to sanctity of waking," and, i guess, it's not my choice at large, it's choise of someone Larger. May be, I'm not ready yet and must be here? How can I know? But look, does not it enchanting, "ability to sleep and dreaming what you dream about" in just a heart of Void... as blooming rose? "To be or not to be, that is the question"... in other words, as it's not banal.. And that is hurdle, as I can suppose.. is so? what you see?