At times you sink, you fall into your hole of silence, into your abyss…and you can scarcely return, still bearing remnants of what you found in the depth of your existence. My love, what do you find in your closed well?…What do you see with blind eyes…Darling, you will not find in the well into which you fall what I keep for you on the heights: a bouquet of dewy jasmines, a kiss deeper than your abyss. ~ Pablo Neruda (Photo by Patrick Demarchelier)