Without A Mother, One Cannot Love. Without

Only Within Yourself Exists That Other Reality For Which You Long.

They Slept Profoundly, Desperately, Greedily, As Though For The Last Time, As Though They Had Been Condemned To Stay Awake Forever And Had To Drink In All The Sleep In The World During These Last Hours.

Meaning And Reality Were Not Hidden Somewhere Behind Things, They Were In Them, In All Of Them.

Everything Becomes A Little Different As Soon As It Is Spoken Out Loud.

Did All This Make Sense?