I place plural and independent things on the same plane parallel to each other. Even though at first sight they seem to be synchronized, they are in fact each individual and singular. I would like to affirm this unsynchronized nature of the world—for love is what remains unsynchronized.
The stars so far away as many light years seem to stand on the same plane, but they are actually in the absolute far distance from one another. I will grasp the fact as it is.