And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars but in reality theyre nothing more than prisons where each of us is locked up alone going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant wed be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.

Therefore dear Sir love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away... and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast.... be happy about your growth in which of course you cant take anyone with you and be gentle with those who stay behind be confident and calm in front of them and dont torment them with your doubts and dont frighten them with your faith or joy which they wouldnt be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them which doesnt necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again when you see them love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust.... and dont expect any understanding but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.

You dont have to do this Ronan said.There isnt anything else man.Theres reality.Kavinsky laughed the word. Reality Realitys what other people dream for you.Realitys where other people are Ronan replied. He stretched out his arms. Whats here K Nothing No oneJust us.There was a heavy understanding in that statement amplified by the dream. I know what you are Kavinsky had said.Thats not enough Ronan replied.