You may look at me, for as long as you need to, until you feel that you understand me better, my purpose, and what I do for you, and for everyone. When I look at you, or anyone, I see a part of God. When you look at me, you see a part of God. When I look at you and when you look at me, we see something of God. It may not be what we expected. Can we tell where we end and God begins? We have to regress before anyone can understand us, we have to go back. In this painting, the light areas envelop the dark areas, perhaps trapping them like fossils in time. Can we go like archaeologists, and sift through history, actual history, as opposed to perceived history? Is that possible?