Left (dreamily): And where’s that?
Right (mimicking Left): Not where you were thinking, that’s for sure.
Left: And by that you mean?
Right: Where the light don’t shine! You have an inner light, a flame, don’t you? It gives off light. For him, it’s the other way around. Light penetrates from outside, it’s drawn to him as if he were a magnet. Any excess, he stores. Like me, he couldn’t care less about an inner light.
Left: But then you work from dawn to dusk whereas he could be a night bird, like me.
Right: If he’s a left-side then, of course, it’ll be wild nights followed by half the day in bed.
Left: At night, space loses all its rough edges and so does the soul. There’s no pressure, no need to pull faces (demonstrates). During the day, though, you’re pulled in all directions, up to
