A mysterious, androgynous, black giant dominates your mind. An adult's face on a colossally-proportioned baby's body, it twists your sense of normalcy. You look into its eyes, and you can't help but connect to it, as if you're looking into an inverted mirror. You are nothing like this being, but in the act of defining what you are not you call into question what you are. What lurks in your mind is never the same as what you think you project outward to the rest of the world... you are not the gargantuan, childlike thing that is now occupying your thoughts.
In a moment, or perhaps simultaneously, your senses wander to the faceless soldiers that march like ants beneath the behemoth. If this is the size of a soldier, then perhaps the creature that towers above them is the state, the entity in which you are but a fragment. Your face is a speck in that shadow, but at the knees the light shines through. The knees are the joint upon which the giant is most dependent. When you notice that the knees are translucent, revealing the soldiers that march steadily onward, perhaps you observe that the macrocosmic cannot move without the microcosmic, the state cannot function without the individuals who serve it, and maybe what you are cannot exist without what you are not. [Rhino Alabandine]