He lights up the entire forest in soft golden light, as if a single candle burns inside him. Somewhat turned around, I ask this glowing man where we go from here. His answer is strange. “We’ve already gone to the moon and to mars.” he says, smiling, his eyes off into the forest, or into the sky, in the direction of the moon, or mars. Looking back at me, his pupils dilate. “Did we find the answers we were looking for up there?”