I am not the light, I am the night; but a flame stabs through my entrails and consumes me. I am the night devoured by light. - Nikos Kazantzakis

I recall an endless desert of infinite and flaming matter. I am burning! I pass through immeasurable, unorganized time, completely done, despairing, crying in the wilderness. And slowly the flame subsides, the womb of matter grows cool, the stone comes alive, breaks open, and a small green leaf uncurls into the air, trembling. It clutches the soil, steadies itself, raises its head and hands, grasps the air, the water, the light, and sucks at the Universe.

This, I thought, is how great visionaries and poets see everything — as if for the first time. Each morning they see a new world before their eyes; they do not really see it, they create it.

Ο μόνος τρόπος να σώσεις τον εαυτό σου ειναι να μάχεσαι να σώσεις τους άλλους...