Sometimes you become aware of the thing you are thinking about. You sometimes sit in darkness, for you believe that the darkness will bring peace to you. You go to the river bank and sit alone, to be taken over by solitude. You go out in night, you look at the sky, and see Jupiter, looking at you with his singles Cycloptic brilliant eye. You become alert of your surroundings, you notice that some people is noticing you. You think yourself special; special in your thoughts. You watch the lights of the street cars, blinding you temporarily. You feel the density of peace.