'I'm a wanderer.'
'What are you? A plankton?'

'There comes a time, through your own delightful and dreadful experiences, however meagre, you will notice and recognise the archaic meanings in all great stories.'

Look what the fear of loneliness has done.

I love sleeping, always reliable to bring you places, never important enough to remember.

A prison where blind prisoners defend it as home, and should one discover its true identity, false sense of security collapses and sufferings before awakenings. 

During the hours of the moon, when asleep, a shadow world unfolds, containing sweet dreams and nightmares, mostly apart but sometimes as one. It has no walls nor limitations, and those who know the way, know it leads to everywhere, including heaven and hell. 

The Fool has limitless potential, for a brief while, he is free from the idea of good or bad, right or wrong. There is just the doing.