That’s my mother; a mask. Look behind the mask, you don’t see what’s behind it. If you want to look behind the mask, you don’t see anything. I’ve been looking behind the mask all my life, I see problems, I see ideas, but I don’t see an identity. So I wrote it down, all the problems, all the ideas, every single thing that I was able to see behind the mask I wrote down and published on the internet, that’s basically the purpose of my life, that’s the content of my story. Guess what, my story is also invisible. But you can read it? No, you can’t. You can’t understand a single word. You can’t understand a single sentence. Why? Because you don’t recognize it, because it’s new, you haven’t seen it before, and you don’t know where it comes from. Every word is invisible, every sentence is invisible, the whole story is invisible. And my mother is also invisible. So what’s the connection between the fact that my story’s invisible and the fact that my mother‘s invisible? The connection is also invisible of course, but we have to face the fact that people that want to hide the root of a problem, because they are the root of the problem, and they don’t want you to know that they are wicked as hell, are hiding people that want to expose the root of the problem, that’s why they want to hide me, and my story. You have to learn to see what you don’t recognize. You have to learn to accept the simple fact that you haven’t seen everything. The content of my story is not in your box, it’s outside of your box, and you have to learn to accept that simple fact.