The world sees you in terms of opposites: light and dark, love and hate,
good and evil…
and that is how you learn to see yourself.
You throw yourself from one extreme to another, turning your life into
tragedy performed in the binary rhythm of a farce;
you adopt grand poses and build unbelievable justifications, Don Quixote
fighting conventional windmills…
How precious then is your reflection in the eyes of a child, where
values become unimportant
and you can simply be.
