There is no way not to be excited br When what you have been disillusioned by raises its head br From its arms and seems to want to talk to you again. br You forget home and family br And set off on foot or in your automobile br And go to where you believe this form of reality br May dwell. Not finding it there, you refuse br Any further contact br Until you are back again trying to forget br The only thing that moved you (it seems) and gave what you forever will br have br But in the form of a disillusion. br Yet often, looking toward the horizon br There—inimical to you?—is that something you have never found br And that, without those who came before you, you could never have br imagined.