All people are enslaved by something.
Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility.
And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.
Into the day as by dream I swim to the music of nourished meaning.
Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.
From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.