让我想起了里尔克的 "I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood. Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that’s wide and timeless. So I am sometimes like a tree rustling over a grave and making real the dream of the one its living roots embrace: a dream once lost among sorrows and songs.
Poor Minus, young but forced to face the reality. Loved Minus, Papa spoke to him. It seems that it is not so important to recognize the power of god or that of love. what really important is love always exists and all kinds of love exist, the most absurd and the most sublime, the trust or the distrust, love is the proof of God.