Life is the path you beat while you walk it.
The unpublished manuscript is like an uncon-fessed sin that festers in the soul, corrupting and contaminating it.
Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.
By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind sees the path
Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. (Walk, there is no path, the path is made by walking.)
And to walk through life in dreams out of love for the hand that guides us.