Right here at the balcony, there rings in my head a mys-te-ry. Can I know the sound of my voice when I hear it in my head? When I sojourn in the wilderness, roaming around with no compass. Can I trust my head when it says turn right or left? When I look at the mirror, I see a figure appear with vigor. A stranger with many networks. Can you introduce yourself? In my private space, I try to dissect my mind. How can my mind control my mind. Am I tricking myself? It is obvious to see. I am nothing without my head. Can I liken myself to a headless river that knows the way? Where do rivers go? ...