What is homeland? To hold on to your memory — that is homeland.
I am the rest between two notes,
which are somehow always in discord
because Death’s note wants to climb over—
but in the dark interval, reconciled,
they stay there trembling.
And the song goes on, beautiful.
True contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer.
Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.
The Surreal is but reality that has not been disconnected from its mystery.