The people who live my truth, what do they say when they speak of themselves? Does the echo of what I am thinking issue from their mouths, or error, … - Henri Barbusse

J’ai rêvé de ce que j’oublie,
Je vis de ce qu’on m’a laissé.

It is an important experience to be in the presence of a thinking creature who is crying. A weak, broken creature who is crying creates the same impression as an omnipotent god whom one implores; for in its weakness and defeat it rises above the human condition.

I am not in pain. I am extraordinarily calm; I am drunk with tranquillity. Are they dead, all — those? I do not know. The dead are specters of the living, but the living are specters of the dead. Something warm is licking my hand. The black mass which overhangs me is trembling. It is a foundered horse, whose great body is emptying itself, whose blood is flowing like poor touches of a tongue on to my hand.