"I am light; oh that I were night! But this is my loneliness, that I am girded by light. Oh that I were dark and nocturnal! How I would suck at the breasts of light! And even you I would bless, you little twinkling stars and glowworms up there! – And be blissful for your gift of light. But I live in my own light, I drink back into myself the flames that break out of me."
January 1, 1970