"So, where are you actually right now, brother?" Maria asked.
"You can find me if you understand me. Look around, and ask yourself where I should be."
"Where...?" Maria began, glancing around.
"Would I be appropriate in this playground?"
"That's a strange question, no child is inappropriate to play here."
"Would I think like that?"
"No, you would even avoid places like this because you feel inappropriate."
"Then where do you think I am?"
"You're not here."
"But I'm near this playground."
"Yes, but you're only 'near'. It doesn't mean you're here."
"But why does my memory bring up this playground if I'm not here?"
"I just assume you're looking from afar somewhere."
"Then where am I?"
"Alone."
"Where can I be alone and look towards a playground full of children with this colorful life?"
Maria was silent for a moment, thinking for a few seconds before replying, "I know this place."
