“Isn’t this a wonderful place?!” said Mr. Orange to his neighbor and laughed out loud. “So much to live for! Rainy afternoons, bronze statues, bad rock’n’roll guitar riffs, chess figures, secret salamanders, old shamans in trance … Oh my god, there’s so much to live and nothing to die for!” He walked impatiently back and forth like a sparkle. A dove flew by with a thyme branch in its beak. Mr. Orange followed the bird with his eyes. He turned to the neighbor: “Do you know that keeping some thyme under your pillow will keep the bad dreams away? You just cannot give up! I won’t let you go up there. I won’t let you fall!” The eyes of the neighbor grew big like plates. Sometimes it pays to be a mind reader.