Was this the bright vastness the poet Bashō saw when he wrote of the Milky Way arched over a stormy sea? - Yasunari Kawabata

Seeing the moon, he becomes the moon, the moon seen by him becomes him. He sinks into nature, becomes one with nature. The light of the "clear heart" of the priest, seated in the meditation hall in the darkness before the dawn, becomes for the dawn moon its own light.

Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.

-Me temo que no es tan sencillo. Haces demasiado caso de tu propio sentimentalismo y de tu descontento por no ser capaz de morir.