There is no ‘else’. Knowledge, in Peter Frederick Strawson’s logic, depends on perception; the idea is that perception is essentially a method of acquiring knowledge. Does knowledge, I wonder, affect perception, or do we grow knowledgeable according to the line of perception we have embedded in us? I do not know the details or the true narratives of the ‘fallen’ woman’s connection to the sacred shrine where her grave is situated. I whisper, ‘holy whore’ not out of disrespect, but quite contrarily, out of a solemn emotion, sense of poetry, and I bow in front of her grave, smell the limestone, crushed halm, spicy incense sticks of yesteryears, and dirt. The earth is fragrant by fame and obscurity. Do not tell me I cannot smell the abstract, ground the mounds of dirt while sitting hundreds of miles afar from the place. Where is it? In Sabalpur? Existence is generous, and it accommodates juxtapositions.