I dream. There are possibilities lying patiently within psyche, seedlike; some have lain there for countless eons. Sometimes, one might find one of these.... well, you water it don't you? You lay is under a little blanket of Dark Matter! And then you sing to it and humn to it and tell it how beautiful and treasured a phenomeke it is. One morning there stands before you a thing of wonder. Yesterday it did not exist! What can I say? I am in love.