Behind Plank's wall all the love that we could give was kept, all the passions and all the discontent, no order, no time, no judgement. All of the wars and all of the reconciliations; all at the same moment.
Heartrending passion and tedium; all lives lead in one, the hot and the cold, the warm embraces and the disdain, the hand that moves over the body and the skin that breathes no more.
Behind Plank's wall rests all that we can and all that we can't even imagine. Where truth is absolute but contains all the emotions and all desire. Behind Plank's wall fits everything that has passed and all of what is to come, so much in so little, like how a kiss can encompass all the love that, one day, we will live.