Even if I were to chat with some snake, Johannes would only hear what to him was incomprehensible hissing. We lived in different worlds, like two snails who cannot look into each other’s shells. I could claim to him that Snakish and the Frog of the North are in my shell, and he wouldn’t believe it anyway, because in his shell he saw God and the Pope of Rome.
Bilinçli olarak aradığın şeyi, aradığın yoldan elde edemezken o şeyi, düşünmeyi bırakıp terk ettiğin geçmişinden ya da ummadığın bir ara yoldan, havadan süzülürcesine sunan hayat ne garip.