They say somebody has invented you but to me this does not sound convincing for humans invented themselves as well. - Czesław Miłosz

He returns years later, has no demands.
He wants only one, most precious thing:
To see, purely and simply, without name,
Without expectations, fears, or hopes,
At the edge where there is no I or not-I.

I have no wisdom, no skills, and no faith but I received strength, it tears the world apart. I shall break, a heavy wave, against its shores and a young wave will cover my trace.

At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.