We forget that the world is what we imagine it to be. We stop being the sun and become, instead, the pool of water reflecting it.

May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him.

I love you', though, were three words she had often heard during her twenty-two years, and it seemed to her that they were now completely devoid of meaning, because they had never turned into anything serious or deep, never translated into a lasting relationship.

... but the greatest wisdom is blinded by the glare of vanity.

That is the Mongolian creation myth: out of two different natures love is born. In contradiction, love grows in strength. In confrontation and transformation, love is preserved.

Then, accepting the help of God and of God's signs, he allows his personal legend to guide him toward the tasks that life has reserved for him.

He seemed to be talking about my fears, my insecurity, and my unwillingness to see what was wonderful because tomorrow it might disappear and I might suffer. The gods throw the dice, and they don't ask whether we want to be in the game or not.