So we’re all just façades, paper masks, wandering through the motions of our lives, operated by invisible puppeteers whose motives and plans are an elaborate secret, gears, servos, and processes winding and unwinding like secret clocks keeping a secret time. A whole other invisible world is operating behind the scenes. Whether or how much the individual worlds are conspiring together is a question too far beyond our investigative abilities to even approach answering. If we fall in love, who in fact is falling in love, and why? If we react to another with fear or hatred, whose prejudice is it?