Reach what you cannot - Nikos Kazantzakis

I recall an endless desert of infinite and flaming matter. I am burning! I pass through immeasurable, unorganized time, completely done, despairing, crying in the wilderness. And slowly the flame subsides, the womb of matter grows cool, the stone comes alive, breaks open, and a small green leaf uncurls into the air, trembling. It clutches the soil, steadies itself, raises its head and hands, grasps the air, the water, the light, and sucks at the Universe.

كان القوس مشدوداً جداً حتى أنني كنت أسمع تمزق الحبل الممدود بين صدغيَّ في داخلي، لقد وصل إلى حد الانقطاع.
صدغان يرنان، والأعصاب في رقبتي تخفق، أحسست بقواي تتسرب من دماغي وحقوي ورسغي - وتتلاشى. ورحت أفكر مع نفسي، اذن فهكذا هو الموت- هادىء وشفوق، شبيه بدخولك إلى حمام دافىء وقطع شرايينك.

"ADAM AND EVE, sitting in Paradise, chatting:
"If we could only open the gate and leave," says Eve.
"To go where, my dearest?"
"If we could only open the gate and leave!"
"Outside is sickness, pain, death!"
"If we could only open the gate and leave!