There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.
PABLO NERUDA
Far must thy researches go Wouldst thou learn the world to know; Thou must tempt the dark abyss Wouldst thou prove what Being is; Naught but firmness gains the prize, Naught but fullness makes us wise, Buried deep truth e’er lies.
