When a person starts going into the cakery, but not the bakery; when he begins calling his house a stone box; when he prefers to cross the street at the yellow traffic light, he opens the gate, leading to us, a little. And when this passage widens he may call us and we would come right in that moment when he would loose the last thing – the hope for this. ("A FAIRY-TALE ABOUT THAT WHO JUMPS AND THAT WHO GLIDES". Ilya Chert. "PILOT")