A disintegrated, confused family, lacking the presence of a mother, where each person struggles with their own prejudices and is right in their own way. It is a miniature image of the world we live in, of our blindness, and inevitable ignorance, due to the way we perceive things differently and in a deformed way, may we be ordinary people, or philosophers. We go through life wearing invisible goggles, blinkers or colored glasses, we only see what we want and it becomes convenient for us to only notice what we have learnt to see. We are turning around and around, in a circle, repetitively, and live parallel realities in our minds. Might we perchance have the opportunity to rise above? Perhaps unconditional love is the missing piece, as perhaps the lack of the mother is also very present within this family.