And in the single beam of light that pours in through the window, I see thousands and thousands of particles swirling around. Are they individuals?, I ask myself. Or are they all of the same identity playing peacefully in a sea of mirrors? I try waving my hands through them, still I do not disturb them, they are as innumerable as before. Does my hand not affect them, or do they not care about it? Is it invisible to them?? They are constantly moving.. Do they not need rest? They are present with the sun and go with the sun. Who is the master and who is the slave?Image