Nitty-Gritty

Hm? Okay, we got two operatives.

She pretty good with a fiction.

What am I thinking? 

I think that what I lost, 
what I don't forget, what I couldn't remember,
what I loved, what I couldn't love.

Mankind realizes its awakening on the earth by noticing being exist.
But the nitty-gritty does not end here, they start here.

When we ask who we are, our mind is always confused with who we will. 
When we think about who we will, 
questions about who we want to be don't stop following us.

While we try to find out where we are, 
we run away with information about where we are going,
if we get caught up in the effort to know where we're going, 
we're in danger of forgetting where we are.

But in this uncertainty, we have a departure point that 
can't be dimmed, 
can't be reduced, 
can't be forgotten:

We, we all are output. 
We're all of us, 
we're all sons and daughters. 

Do you think I am trying to escape.

Nah, man,

I'm not trying to escape.
I've always been here.

Who do you think, my silent observer,
 they're going to talk to out here? 

Who do you think? 

SHE?

She've played that game already.

She doesn't want to see us.

She's already seeing us right now.

Where am I going?

I'm gonna take 

that overdue sabbatical I keep talking about.

Finally get to finish my book.

Well, that's the goal anyway.

I'm thinking the Sandals in Barbados.

They got a good special running this month.

But, my silent observer,

You are not going anywhere.

You have to work on my pieces.

Can tell me something?

She still making her spontaneous overtures? 

She make me taste her yet? 

Remember, my silent observer, I was you years ago.

And I've already done my time.

I think she'll be good without us.

Glad we did this.