It's so spontaneous and profound and esoteric. He, as an idea, takes on a form I cannot even begin to imagine, and it's stunning. He's like a god that can call the stars around his hand and disperse them at his will. He is more than a little girl's imaginary friend. He's there, and then he isn't, and that's okay, because a fragment of a memory is too wonderful for any human being. He is impossible to hold onto because the sparks of his mind would burn your hands.