Wherever the living thrive in ambiguity, the inanimate may reflect their secret motives: hence the cities are peopled with unrecognisable sphinxes which will never stop the passing dreamer and ask him mortal questions unless he first projects his meditation, his absence of mind towards him. But if a wise man has the power to guess their secret, and interrogates them in this turn, all that these faceless monsters will grant is that he shall once again plumb his own depths. Henceforth, it is the modern light radiating from the unusual that will rivet his attention.