what is frivolous anyway?
how can our existence be warm or candid? aren't we a mere body that thinks? a complex machine that makes us believe we decide and choose and ultimately live?
or is life genuinely something given "as is"?
Lain, as a godlike presence, is frivolous, or warm?
She witnesses everything, and decides everything as it is. War, crime, justice and love, it is like that because she decided it. Is is frivolous to let things be like they are? or is it frivolous to make them happen?