It is not always true that you are the eternal unsettled, the masters of everything and nothing, the philosophers of the unfinished or broken into countless pieces. You do not lack the idea of unity, as they want you to believe. You are One thing with your relentless movement, in conversations, that may include a thousand topics, a thousand words, yet express a clear point of view. You are One with your intuitions, that you have following since you were a kid, and for which you have fought countless times. In this endless wandering of the body and the mind, you lose old pieces and pick up new ones, and what is sure is that you never lose yourselves, deep down, hooked in history to that fine thread of images that change their shape but not their substance. Indivisible.