O, Ka-Ping, how can I explain it? I’d rather you just play, and we can talk about it. I want to talk about it with everyone and find out how you felt when you saw the first seed of each of the little puzzles and whether you could feel the golden sun on your face and the desert sunrise and the longing and the vastness and the loneliness, sometimes, and and the fear and the cold, sometimes, and then the joy, the oneness with the world. And the musical jellyfish, and the flying, and the pixels and patterns, and the realization that you know what’s about to happen, but it surprises you nonetheless.
I am very sensitive today. Maybe I always am.