"Der kom en vederkvægende ro, en dyb fred og fryd over mig, det var som når en feber ophører. "Her," tænkte jeg, "kan jeg blive. - Karen Blixen

The pleasure of the true dreamer does not lie in the substance of the dream, but in this: that there things happen without any interference from his side, and altogether outside his control. Great landscapes create themselves, long splendid views, rich and delicate colours, roads, houses, which he has never seen or heard of. Strangers appear and are friends or enemies, although the person who dreams has never done anything about them. The ideas of flight and pursuit are recurrent in dreams and are equally enrapturing. Excellent witty things are said by everybody. It is true that if remembered in the day-time they will fade and lose their sense, because they belong to a different plane, but as soon as the one who dreams lies down at night, the current is again closed and he remembers their excellency. All the time the feeling of immense freedom is surrounding him and running through him like air and light, an unearthly bliss. He is a privileged person, the one who has got nothing to do, but for whose enrichment and pleasure all things are brought together.

From there, to the South-West, I saw the Ngong Hills. The noble wave of the mountain rose above the surrounding flat land, all air-blue. But it was so far away that the four peaks looked trifling, hardly distinguishable, and different from the way they looked from the farm. The outline of the mountain was slowly smoothed and levelled out by the hand of distance.

¿Es voluntad del Señor que la humanidad no pueda ser feliz, sino que anhele siempre cosas que no tiene, y que, tal vez, no se encuentran en ninguna parte? Los animales y los pájaros viven a gusto en este mundo. ¿No puede ser, entonces, igual de bueno para los seres humanos a los que Dios ha puesto en él: los campesinos que se quejan de su duro destino, los grandes señores que nunca tienen bastante, y los jóvenes sacerdotes que añoran el paraíso en los bosques verdes? ¿No podría el hombre (no podría, al menos, uno de todos ellos) estar en tal relación con el Señor como para decirle: «He resuelto el enigma de nuestra vida, he hecho este mundo mío, y soy feliz en él»?