Dogs are our link to Paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back … - Milan Kundera

يمكن للمرء أن يلوم نفسه على عمل ، على كلمة تلفظ بها ،
ولكن لا يستطيع أن يلوم نفسه على شعور ، لأنه
بكل بساطة ، لا يملك أية سلطة عليه

Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one’s painful self through the world.
But being, being is happiness. Being: Becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm rain.

And it isn't enough for us to identify with our selves, it is necessary to do so passionately, to the point of life and death. Because only in this way can we regard ourselves not merely as a variant of a human prototype but as a being with its own irreplaceable essence.