To make your way anywhere, seek out the heart's sparrow. His cage is gilt of gold or green -- perhaps red, from human love, or purple, from religion. His cry is constant, though fainter than silence; his longing deeper than depth has knowledge of. In every hidden desire, he is there: showing you in dreams of vision what eyes may never see: crossing boundaries of both time and space, explaining the past, comprehending the future. At this moment, tell him what your heart desires and your life will follow. For time is a funny thing: we think we have none of it, but we do; we think we have much of it, but we don't.