"Their life is mysterious, it is like a forest; from far off it seems a unity, it can be comprehended, described, but closer it begins to separate, to break into light and shadow, the density blinds one. Within there is no form, only prodigious detail that reaches everywhere: exotic sounds, spills of sunlight, foliage, fallen trees, small beasts that flee at the sound of a twig-snap, insects, silence, flowers.
all of this, dependent, closely woven, all of it is deceiving. There
are really two kinds of life. There is, as Viri says, the one people
believe you are living, and there is the other. It is this other which
causes the trouble, this other we long to see.”