I thought I understood it... That I could grasp it. But I didn't - not really. Only the smudgeness of it. The pink slippered, all containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole. That the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea, because it's the halves that half you in half. I don't know, don't know about the in-between bits. The gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.