There is no place for all those that I love. Therefore, the growth is directed inwards. This is where I play echo, learn to walk in my own footprints and discover the beginnings of terror. At times, I try to seek out the Form in which my own mandala could look at itself like in a mirror. Because it, it is never a circle, rather it foams up, with something constantly bursting inside and it overfilling something. This is the way I prefer it - the direction instead of the plane.