Silence will not do, but does. Datura are in bloom below equatorial divide, or is it above? Nevertheless, I smell them just as moon rises. That is how I know. "No understanding of this," says an upside down bat, who I've named Plato. We enjoy our cave dwelling, clamminess included. Visitors suchlike the snake and mosquito down here, get eaten by he and I. Venturing out isn't required. Distinction between shadows and puppets to us are visible. Our senses are keen. We can turn our heads around. Still, we stay in the cave. For all our nutrition comes to us.