The fortress of the old sea is a place where an infinite number of things come together. It is a sanctuary, a sacred place, the starting point and the point where everything returns. Where it is holy, both thin and thick. And deep. It is deep, inside. I don't let anyone in there. I guard that fortress closely and put up high walls. Inside I have a garden of candles that burn constantly, radiating warmth and soft light. I don't let anyone inside the fortress, lest they extinguish my candles, each of which burns in memory of what I want to remember. When the candles are burning, the light radiates even outward, through my eyes, illuminating the world and people. When the candles burn steadily, an egg is born as the fruit of my work. My result, my energy, my work, what I put into it every day, grows and increases.