-Who are you, really?
-I am many things -Who?
-The morning dew, dripping from the leaves of the tree.
White clouds sailing where no one knows. -Who else are you?
-I am the moon. I am the sky. -And what else? -Yes, I am a mouth.
A mouth seeking another mouth. -Sounds like a dream.
-It is a dream. Life is a dream.
Life is a long chain of dreams, drifting into one another. -And the mouth you spoke of?
-A dream. -And the mouth you seek?
-Also a dream.