Mark Sieczkarek's maxims for this project are:
›The whole universe is thus a gesture of erotic love, and every dancing molecule is moving in longing for an unseen lover.‹

The Persian poet, Julaluddin Rumi, 

echoed this notion when, 

in the thirteenth Century, he said:

There is someone who looks after us

From behind the curtain.

In truth, we are not here.

This is our shadow.

In the dryest, whitest stretch

Of pain's infinite desert,

I lost my sanity,

And found this rose.

When I am sad, I am radiant

When I am broken, content

And when I am tranquil and silent as the earth

My cries like thunder tremble heaven.

›You could have had anything,‹ you once said.

I laughed. What could anything be

Without you? All the world is driftwood

Thrown up from your sea.