Right across the Sun, isolated in the vast nothingness of space, life erupted.Into solitude. Which finally became an option. Worms turned to the amazing, brilliant being that you are today. You splash, hit, run, feel, drop. You enjoy your little piece of Universe. No matter where, when and why you are at ease with yourself.
But as a human you are supposed to support the evolution. Do you? As isolated as you are you seem to have turned against your own. You make a rule. Everyone is different, but so alike from the outside. The very outside. So now, because you are so very different, you have to make sure that no one will ever even try to match you. That's why you build a cubic box, made of crystal. You make sure it has no entrance, nor exit. So there you are! Standing! Admiring the very geniality or stupidity of the environment you left. But somehow you get bored. All that admiring is not enough. It's you the one that should be admired. So you put your mind at work and you begin shinning. First like a far, far away star. Then for no reason you may fail into moon pale. But in the end you'll shine like the sun. You are the very cubic sun.
"Napalm. Napalm is jelly. Pudding, a very organic pudding, you may say. But careful! You may burn yourself, as it is very flammable!"