He didn't remember, he didn't worry, he just was.
He was the owner of the moonlight on the ground, he fell in love with the most beautiful of the trees, he made wreaths of leaves and strung them around his neck.
Making a journey by night is more wonderful than anything in the world.
One can't be too dangerous, if they like to eat pancakes. Especially with jam on it.
All things are so very uncertain, and that's exactly what makes me feel reassured.
One has to discover everything for oneself. And get over it all alone.