Eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.
Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.
Every man needs his Siren to check his courage and strength when he hears her song in his travels through the unknown.
And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.
Life is only a flicker of melted ice.
Digressions are part of harmony, deviations too.