Rael cannot look away from those eyes, mesmerized by his own image. In a quick movement, his consciousness darts from one face to the other, then back again, until his presence is no longer solidly contained in one or the other. In this fluid state he observes both bodies outlined in yellow and the surrounding scenery melting into a purple haze. With a sudden rush of energy up both spinal columns, their bodies, as well, finally dissolve into the haze.
    All this takes place without a single sunset, without a single bell ringing and without a single blossom falling from the sky. Yet it fills everything with its mysterious intoxicating presence. It's over to you.
      When its cold, it come slow
  it is warm, just watch it grow
  - all around me
  it is here. it is now.
    Just a little bit of it can bring you up or down.
  Like the supper it is cooking in your hometown.
  it is chicken, it is eggs,
  it is in between your legs.
  it is walking on the moon,
  leaving your cocoon.
    it is the jigsaw. it is purple haze.
  it never stays in one place, but it's not a passing phase,
  it is in the singles bar, in the distance of the face
  it is in between the cages, it is always in a space
  it is here. it is now.
    Any rock can be made to roll
  If you've enough of it to pay the toll
  it has no home in words or goal
  Not even in your favourite hole
  it is the hope for the dope
  Who rides the horse without a hoof
  it is shaken not stirred;
  Cocktails on the roof.
    When you eat right through it you see everything alive
  it is inside spirit, with enough grit to survive
  If you think that its pretentious, you've been taken for a ride.
  Look across the mirror sonny, before you choose decide
  it is here. it is now
  it is Real. it is Rael
    'cos it's only knock and knowall, but I like it...