Cutting a path through the jungle, in search of light, we grow weary, of what seems to be, never ending darkness, until, all of a sudden, something drops, like a blindfold from our eyes, and we squint, and shield ourselves, unable to bear the dazzling radiance, of the light’s embrace. We see now, that what we took to be impenetrable jungle, is only a forest of fluttering silk. Our blindfolds lie at our feet, like discarded lies. Who would hack away, unless blindfolded, at something so tender and delicate, as the love between us?