I should not mention their names in vain. I'm not sure what I want. It is too late to be buried in an avalanche, swept by a revolution or reaction, adventure, or a love affair. Finally, it is good to take a rest, look around, fearing no neighbor. Peace was for us to break, change was for us to yield.
Today is the time of surrender.
I accept everything but the authority of things. But everything reminds me of it. And so my new desire is to light a candle and to watch it going to the end. And my new hobby is to watch empty clam shells and drying seaweed on the beach. Nobody makes a big deal of simple natural things.