 A wedding night. The moon shines full. Our newlyweds are strangers. There s a difference of opinion. Love... is it absolute? But then again, is anything? Time dances in circles. Identity is lost. But choice remains. The Father is the Son, and he seeks the Holy Spirit. Love must be sacrificed. He sets off on a quest. But what he seeks is ever-changing and even his objective is obscure. Truth is a house of mirrors. To survive, one must play a role. This goes for nature and for war. The queen is of hearts; the king is of spades. Beyond that, there is only isolation. And in the end, what we want most is that which we lost.