That Country Whose People Are Autumn People,

We Have Everything We Need To Be Happy, But We Aren't Happy. Something's Missing.

I Got A Statistic For You Right Now. Grab Your Pencil, Doug. There Are Five Billion Trees In The World. I Looked It Up. Under Every Tree Is A Shadow, Right? So, Then, What Makes Night? I'll Tell You: Shadows Crawling Out From Under Five Billion Trees! Think Of It! Shadows Running Around In The Air, Muddying The Waters You Might Say. If Only We Could Figure A Way To Keep Those Darn Five Billion Shadows Under Those Trees, We Could Stay Up Half The Night, Doug, Because There'd Be No Night!

The Universe Has Shouted Itself Alive. We Are One Of The Shouts.

..holding A Book But Reading The Empty Spaces.

Impossible; For How Many People Did You Know Who Refracted Your Own Light To You?