There is no original truth, only original error. - Gaston Bachelard

recalling Bachelard’s comment on poetic time in The Poetics of Reverie: “In reverie we re-enter into contact with possibilities which destiny has not been able to make use of.

Every object in the world, loved for its own sake, has a right to its own nothingness. Every being pours out being, a little of its being, the shadow of its being, into its own non-being.

Nobody knows that in reading we are re-living our temptations to be a poet. All readers who have a certain passion for reading, nurture and repress, through reading, the desire to become a writer...In this admiration, which goes beyond the passivity of contemplative attitudes, the joy of reading appears to be the reflection of the joy of writing, as though the reader were the writer's ghost.