... Is there a chance? A chance to be like them, to shine like a sun? A chance to shine like tho ones who shine from the mouth, from the eyes, from the hands, those who glow and revel in that light of theirs which is them who are the light.
You wonder whether it is possible to become such a one, to shine in such a way. And the answer, of course, lies behind the clouds, inside the lightbulbs, between the wood and the coal and the books and everything that burns. But you can't bear it, so you close your eyes to the truth, as you always do, as you have always done.
