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[Instrumental]

" 'It's so desolate up here, so far from everything else. I, I seem to be searching for something.'

—'Could it be, my son, that the reason is you are searching for... the truth?'

'The truth, what is the truth?'

—'You ask that, then asking, you surely must not know.'

'But, truth, is it some vague inconsequential thing, some mythical nothingness, some non-existent wistfulness?'

—'Truth, my son, is neither inconsequential, nor vague, nor mythical.'

'If I could only believe that.'

—'You can believe it! If you will.'

'Can one believe something he has never seen?'

—'Perhaps.' "