'As pines keep the shape of the wind even when the wind has fled and is no longer there, so words guard the shape of man even when man has fled and is no longer there.' br br 'We have no rivers, we have no wells, we have no springs, br only a few cisterns-and these empty-that echo, br and we worship them. br A stagnant hollow sound, the same as our loneliness br the same as our love, the same as our bodies.