For me, beauty is always retreating from one's grasp: the only thing I consider important is what existed once, or ought to have existed. By its subt… - Yukio Mishima

For me, beauty is always retreating from one’s grasp: the only thing I consider important is what existed once, or ought to have existed.

He wanted to talk about the strange passion that catches hold of a man by the scruff of his neck and transports him to a realm beyond the fear of death.

قرر أنّ يراقب بعناية كيف يمكن لشخص قريب إلى هذا الحد أنّ يقدر برمشة عين أن ينسحب إلى مسافةٍ لا يمكن بلوغها

At no time are we ever in such complete possession of a journey, down to its last nook and cranny, as when we are busy with preparations for it. After that, there remains only the journey itself, which is nothing but the process through which we lose our ownership of it.