|Painting by Corot|
Me, I can no more explain myself beggar with his continual Paters
and Ave Marias. I don't know how to speak anymore!
Still, today, I think I've finished the story of my hell. It was the real hell;
the ancient place, whose gates were opened by the Son of man.
When will we go, over the shores and mountains, to salute the birth of the
new work, the new wisdom, the flight of tyrants and demons, the end of
superstition, to adore- the first ones!- Christmas on earth!
(Taken from the book, Morning of Ecstasy)