Just as when looking into the sun br I am dazzled by pure light, br which is invisible, br and I only see what is lit br by the paler reflections of its rays; br or when my mind, br refusing to hear a perfect silence, br creates its own thundering echo of that silence, br so that I may more nearly understand br the incomprehensible; br your absence also is absolute, and leaves br a void in me I cannot come to terms with br until it is filled by a memory.