Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.

What am I doing here?

I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.

On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul; And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, through the countryside - as happy as if I were a woman. "Sensation

Je est un autre. (I is someone else).

-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.