I possess no weapon but love. With that I have come to do battle. Help me! - Nikos Kazantzakis

A magical portal opened inside my mind and conducted me into an astonishing world. … Before this moment I had divined but had never known with such positiveness that the world is extremely large and that suffering and toil are the companions and fellow warriors not only of Cretan, but of every man. … that by means of poetry all this suffering and effort could be transformed into dream; no matter how much of the ephemeral existed, poetry could immortalize it by turning it into song.

Gather your strength and listen; the whole heart of man is a single outcry. Lean against your breast to hear it; someone is struggling and shouting within you. It is your duty every moment, day and night, in joy or in sorrow, amid all daily necessities, to discern this Cry with vehemence or restraint, according to your nature, with laughter or with weeping, in action or in thought, striving to find out who is imperiled and cries out. And how we may all be mobilized together to free him.

Μαζεύω τα σύνεργά μου: Όραση, ακοή, γέψη, όσφρηση, αφή, μυαλό, βράδυασε πια, τελεύει το μεροκάματο, γυρίζω σαν τον τυφλοπόντικα σπίτι μου, στο χώμα. Όχι γιατί κουράστηκα να δουλεύω, δεν κουράστηκα, μα ο ήλιος βασίλεψε.