You is pointless, meaningless, bottomless. There is nobody there, nobody there but the air. the air has hands that slide all smooth and swift-like down the contours. It tightens and expands and turns blue when it really wants to. But mostly the air is just clear and thin and invisible. It doesn't need to be loved or need to give love. The air has the truest freedom I ever known. Imagine being the air. Wouldn't you like it?