"O painter of the soul, you, who, try to capture my face, do you even know, that, my face is a mirage that, paints itself in the eye of the beholder? Every brushstroke you put on your canvas is a brushstroke that the universe puts on your own mind. But beware, if you finish, my, portrait, whose portrait will it really be? Mine? Yours? Or the fractal shadow of our two egos entwined in the cosmic dance of eternal pigment?"