So speak of me in the easy way you always have. Don't change your tone, or put on an air of sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we shared. Play, smile, think of me, and thank God for me, as I do for you. Continue to speak my name without a ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
There is unbroken continuity. Remember, I am waiting for you. Only for a short time have you loaned us to each other, Because you take form in your act of drawing us, and we take life in your painting us, and we breathe in your singing us. But only for a short time have you loaned us to each other. Because even a drawing cut in crystalline obsidian fades, and even the green feathers of the Quetzal bird lose their color, and even the sounds of the waterfall die out in the dry season.