It has to relate to what is right before us, because there is no guarantee of a complete understanding of the endless metaphors that could be drawn up by outsiders such as ourselves.

[Cecelia has her arms hugged to herself, sweat gleaming off her freckled skin, her hair doubly fluffy from all this heat...gads, if she could see herself, she'd really be put out. thankfully, not the case; the only reflections she's concerned with perceiving on that box are the ones beyond herself.]