'When I was alive and had a human heart . . . I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the palace of Sans Souci* where sorrow is not allowed to enter... Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything around me was so beautiful.’

-Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince

*Sans souci: "without care"

So protected, you little golden statue of joy, so protected still... What else do you know, but this? How strange, to fear knowing and feeling, and to fear not knowing and not feeling...