Outside your room of light, the night is thick and dark and patient. Come outside and live your life as the bats and the possums do, with the moon as your guide. Outside with the night, it is warm with clouds and mysteries. A stranger riding a horse the color of smoke gallops out of the mist at the end of the road. The hooves kick up dust that smells of mint. Outside is where you meet your teachers; a place of unfenceable land where the Wild rules. In the Outside no illusion lasts for long.