There is no far, nor distance. There is only the light that goes out
in the darkness of your eyes.
Suddenly we stopped in a kind of desert. We should feel the
same sensation as the vegetables that fall asleep in the garden, in
a contemplative universe, with no other characteristics, just
contemplation. Here we are: standing in a dream, right in the
midst of a dream, in the free and imminently spiritual ecstasy
of those who fly over the plains, while we build roots progressively
deeper under the lethargy of our feet.