i suppose when rumi said: out beyond ideas of rightdoings and wrongdoings, there is a field. i will meet you there. when the soul lies down on that grass, the world is too full to talk about; he never thought i'd fixate on it for the sheer purpose of shipping two fictional characters from an old american tv show that's been long sentenced to death even before i found it
in the same way that when they built the norman chapel in palermo, they never thought it would later become the memory palace of infinite vastness for a man eating serial killer who trapped himself in a cage because his love for another man was too great to be contained by the laws of physics















